Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Dirty Knees

Peter looked at his watch and smiled. Only forty-five minutes 'til show time! he thought happily. He was a man of simple means and simple pleasures, so being able to meet up with the woman of his dreams was something that brought him unlimited pleasure.

He completed the last of his assigned tasks and hurried to the locker room. Chucking his work clothes in the locker as he walked on by, one of his co-workers asked him where the fire was.
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