Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Clyde

Voting #: 4047

Clyde was booking it. They had been pursuing him for a long time. He turned the corner and ran into a dead-end. He was doomed. Clyde curled up and heard people pick up their machinery, and then heard the snap of many triggers. The Paparazzi had finally gotten his picture.

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