Keys to the doors.
I have the keys to the doors of the new building. That will be handy. I'll be needing those, to move in. Tomorrow.
posted by Polysemous at 4:50 PM
Sunday, October 15, 2006
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- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
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