It started with a fortuitous drop of a radish into the split-leather pouch of my trusty slingshot. Fast forward two decades. This is a running compilation of snapshots and notes from days gone by.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Getting too much out of watching her dance
He was clearly agreeable to whatever she wanted. She was the half-court jump shot that he could never make happen. But there was just something about her that made him uncomfortable. And he liked that.
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