Sue Shaolin Fin

Triplets from birthday twins, singlets, give it up. Singe? Lets. This was only a dream anyway. Brought to you by you. Then, they twist your arm or break something off somewhere. Is this a recovered memory? Yes. No. Three fingers banging against the other three, more. They do not sweat and deny any and all claims of evaporation. Dying of thirst trapped in a car going nowhere. I don't know why, they just wouldn't get out. Mira, this is dessication, remember. When you make the smart sign, I melt inside. Blue lights go behind my eyelids.