Friday, November 4, 2011

Day Seventy: DRAGS

IIIII foooooound Draaaaaaags IIIIIII foooooooound Draaaaaaaags

'cept he's in some door thinger with big bars, and I can't see him, but I know he's there 'cause he's crying and he smells like home. That's Drags, I know it's Drags.

I bet he would feel better if he saw me.

How do I get him out of there, Diary? I don't know. I guess I'll just sit here and wait for Drags to come to me.

Knock knock, Drags.



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