by FoodIsYummy » Wed Oct 06, 2010 8:39 am
Jamie stuffed the last of the burrito in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. He crumpled up the wrapper and tossed it on the ground. That's right, he littered. His dark eyes moved to Lilly and Voltaire. So he was in charge of the girl, the slave? What should he do with her?
I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned
Sorry if I'm not on as often as I used to be.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.