I swell with anticipation and anxiety. I am a brillant spy. Ready? Jump! Air rushes past me. I fall. I look up. My partener is holding a backpack-shaped package that is, strangely, not on my back. Uh oh. Sooner or later i will come to a stop. Not so brilliant after all eh?
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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