My name is Paulo, and here are stories I have politely stolen. They are nice.
posted by paulo @ 8:31 pm
There is a man, tall as the great red woods and rare as the 6 legged fowl. Arms flailing, awkward gait, he lumbers forward. Time stands still, words muttered, curse words spew forth, he comes for you.They call him Moses.Next time Mr. Russo I will write a Soliloquy about a man who drinks your coffee when your back is turned.
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