Wednesday 25 January 2012

Cross eyed.

07:20, Wheelie Manor.

"Someone's opened this bread. Why's someone opened this bread? Dray, this bread's been opened. What did they do that for? Did you open it? You wouldn't do it, would you? Came in here to use it, and it's already done. How weird is that? You won't have done, you don't do toast. That still right? No, you don't. How odd. Is Tots up yet? No, she's not done it.

You alright? you've gone a funny colour. Sure you're ok? Are you laughing at me? Why are you laughing? What have I done now?......"

Good morning world.


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