Saturday, July 11, 2009

One Bottle Of Uncomfortable

I feel like a fish out of water, I’m scared as I walk around. Everything in sight is foreign. The population here eyes me with suspicion. They know I don’t belong. Can they see the fear in my eyes? “Can I help you?” queries the local“I’m not sure,” I say “I think I’m okay…I’ll just look around a bit”“Okay but I just wanted to let you know,” The over-bubbly clerk continues,“Body sprays are half

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