Tuesday, November 25, 2008

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My 55 word story:

Stick with me and Theodore Huxtable, kid, we'll take you to the Emerald City.

Put your hands up, I'm gonna blow your face off. See how I put you in an oven. Put you in a pot. I clean the dirt and the skin off your bones. I cut your hair and I clothe you in sequins blue and green. Now you're my fancy dancer. You're my Prom King.






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