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Labels: The Relevance of Paris
posted by Writeprocrastinator at 7:32 AM
"Cormac Brown" is my pen name. I'm an up-and-slumming writer in the city of Saint Francis, and I'm following in the footsteps of Hammett...minus the TB and working for the Pinkerton Agency. I've had stories posted on Flashing In the Gutters, Powder Burn Flash, Six Sentences, Astonishing Adventures Magazine, Crooked Magazine, Needle Magazine, Dark Valentine Magazine, and Beat To A Pulp.
7 Comments:
i thought she was serving a full sentence... or did she?
Angel,
I believe she served twenty-three of the forty-five days, though I won't be able to watch the news for the next two weeks without running across her. Who's being punished?
I haven't been watching TV at all today because of her.
Paris misses you, WP. Right after she gets a wax and drinks a fifth of gin she's going to give you a ring.
Becka,
I have to have the TV going in the background, so I just caught the weather druing the morning news and flipped the channels to cartoons for the rest.
Chelene,
She can ring all she wants. I haven't dated a woman under 110 lbs. since the summer before my freshman year of high school. Nor have I ever bothered with a woman that didn't have an IQ of at least 115 or wasn't at least more clever than me.
and do you know what the first thing is that she did? got her hur did and then went to taco bell. so much for finding god in lock up.
Katie-lah,
I wonder if she kept the food down, this time. Bulima or not, Taco Smell has a bad way of coming back up.
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