I got lost in a forest. I was hungry. Heard a rustle. Aimed my pistol. Shot the bloody animal.
Cut it up. Roasted it. Slept on a full bulging stomach. The next morning I met Snow White.
She was crying by the bonfire. I ate Happy, she said. I've been running ever since.
Gym – near the treadmill/ on it.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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