Monday, March 7, 2011

Word Count

Voting #: 4092

Already on the floor are wilting flower petals, crushed aphrodisiacs, and a few wrinkled bills. I can’t imagine what to purge next. The description of Joe’s glass eye? The sigh of relief his mistress gives as he leaves her? You can’t say anything with fifty words! Oh, hell – still fifty-one!

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