Put in 1004 words yesterday, mostly good ones. The last word went in at 11:59 last night. Whoo-hoo! Stewart has agreed to store some hot, high-end electronic stuff in his apartment. Sure, and he's going to get caught. Probably. As for the woman with chromatophores under her skin, I don't know if she had them done as a kind of tattoo, or if, maybe, she's someone from another galaxy. We shall see.
Barbara, your story is taking some wild and wacky turns. I like them. Keep at it. Oh, and all kinds of soda work for making words. Even coffee.
So Adam, has the whip-wielding midget showed up in Simon's life yet? Um, maybe in the guise of a leatherclad, raven-haired beauty in stilletto heels? Just wondering...
Keep spinning the wierdness, Jenny. I am in love with Henry's and Miriam's story.
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