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April 23, 2009

Jeff R.: In The Hideaway

I knocked thrice, and said the words. It had been years since big Pookie's day, but nobody seemed to want to change the password. The floor was covered in a thin layer of sawdust that stuck to the bottoms of your feet, so most people didn't move much. Besides, Red posed by the door, ready to knock the stuffing out of any troublemakers. The doll at the piano was playing her heart out. Nobody was listening. We came for one thing only. It's a pity the only places left to get it at were run by the Teddy Bear Mafia.

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Comments

Written before I read LJ's; I swear.

Posted by: Jeff R. at April 23, 2009 5:02 PM · Permalink

*guffaw*

No worries. You know how many times that's happened to me?

BTW, you can thank my wife for this theme.

slainte,
lj

Posted by: lj at April 24, 2009 10:11 AM · Permalink