Monday, June 22, 2009

Afraid, Raise Those Rates, Pink

1. Henri leans against me and buries his face under my arm. He knows the vet is coming with his shots.
2. The insurance agent sneakily tries to fish for information with friendly chatting but I don't bite. The call turns out to be a battle of wit and cunning. Someone brilliant must train these people.
3. A bank of sweet peas lines the road where I walk this evening.

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