Todd eats toast.-- I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find Him laughing - Depeche Mode, "Blasphemous Rumors" -- The waitress slowly unloaded her heavy burden. “Who had the smothered cheese fries with bacon? Thunk? Here you go. I'll get your extra side of ranch in a second. Let's see. Grilled chicken salad. That's you, right Sheila? And last, but certainly not least, is the Grand Slam, eggs over easy and white toast. There you are, Todd.” Thunk's older sister smiled down at them. “Need a refill on those cokes?” EveryonTodd eats toast.
Todd meets strangers.Todd pulled a few puffs of the cigar smoke into his mouth. It stung a little, but it was a full, rich flavor. The hat and the stogie definitely made him feel older, and a little more like he had a right to be here. The kitchen was empty. There were no dishes, glasses, stored food - perishable or not - anywhere. The fridge was there, but empty. Toaster, microwave, oven, all super-clean, like they'd never been used. No pots or pans, either. How weird was that?Todd meets strangers.
Feeling spooked, Todd headed back to the living room. He stared at the dominating piece of furniture. The calliope's tallest pipes had needed part of the ceiling to be remov
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"In matters of the heart, the greatest sorrow is to lose that which is dearest to you. The greatest crime is to take it for granted." -- Me
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I'm a Bobling... wouldn't you like to be a Bobling too? [link]
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"In matters of the heart, the greatest sorrow is to lose that which is dearest to you. The greatest crime is to take it for granted." -- Me
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I'm a Bobling... wouldn't you like to be a Bobling too? [link]
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"In matters of the heart, the greatest sorrow is to lose that which is dearest to you. The greatest crime is to take it for granted." -- Me
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I'm a Bobling... wouldn't you like to be a Bobling too? [link]
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