Posted by [ n i c k ] on February 23, 2004, 6:19 pm [ the punked-up male clambored into the familiar lands of LHS. odd.. it was deserted. this was something new to him.. as he was used to ambling along the white-washboard fence filled with people either sitting on it or leaning against it.. chattering tranquilly amongst themselves. palms remained hidden within the cavernous pockets of his black dickies; adorning the black and red converses that decored his feet. jaws fell agape, extinguishing a brief yawn as he leant his own weight upon the fence, peering about with a hunger for something.. just something to happen that may entertain him..
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