Thomas, if ever I wonder "do I love Thomas?" I have only to look at this picture to be reminded that yes, yes I do.
There had been a sullen wind that day and no one dared tell him that his fake beard had slipped round his face, its point now resting to the right of his chin
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There had been a sullen wind that day and no one dared tell him that his fake beard had slipped round his face, its point now resting to the right of his chin
Posted by Guest on Thu 15 Jun 2006 06:49:47 AM PDT