Tuesday, November 16, 2004

The catcher in the rye

He asked if he saw the lagoon who migrate in the winder. But but
the taxi driver said in the pond, fish lives. If you was a fish, the
nature mather would take care of you, Horwrits said.

Life is nothing to worry to fly away from the pond. You seems to live
there for your life time. When the winter comes, the mother nature
would care of you.

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