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October 5, 2007

Jim: Drowning The Nightmare

“Where are we going?” Kara whispered to the young man leading her through half-finished tunnels.

“To the upper dock where my buggy’s parked,” he hissed back. “Then to a bar.”

“A bar? Slow down there, Tiger. I don’t even know your name.”

He stopped and looked at her. “Huh?” he asked. Then, grinning, “Oh. It’s Bradley. And yours is Kara.”

“I can’t go into a public place like a bar,” she said softly. “I’ll be recognized.”

“Naw,” Bradley shook palm-forward hands. “They won’t even know you’re there. Didn’t you know that the bad dream doesn’t touch you if you’re drunk?

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Comments

Woo Hoo ! No claw-mares for me!

Posted by: kipp at October 5, 2007 11:07 AM · Permalink