amiante
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- Posted: Thu, 05 Jul 2012 03:07:52 +0000
But it's the littlest Harrod that would be up and at 'em. Albeit he wasn't too little, being the youngest of a dying breed at 20-something or other. But good morning starshine, the world says hello.
And what a starshine he was, this boy with such a lust for life. Oh he could barely be contained, grumbling and slowly rising from the wooden floors of the parlor. Locked in, all to himself aside from his father's beloved moths. It seemed there was more love in the household for those creatures than there was for him, such is the Harrod way. Such bred this apparent insatiable enthusiasm.
With much hesitation, he'd trudge over to those double doors and dig into the pockets of black slacks for a key. And once this was found, doors were unlocked and pushed through. Only to be locked again. Key went back to pocket and body went down the hall. White sleaze shoes tapping on dark wood. Tan fingers scraping on rich coloured walls.
And what a starshine he was, this boy with such a lust for life. Oh he could barely be contained, grumbling and slowly rising from the wooden floors of the parlor. Locked in, all to himself aside from his father's beloved moths. It seemed there was more love in the household for those creatures than there was for him, such is the Harrod way. Such bred this apparent insatiable enthusiasm.
With much hesitation, he'd trudge over to those double doors and dig into the pockets of black slacks for a key. And once this was found, doors were unlocked and pushed through. Only to be locked again. Key went back to pocket and body went down the hall. White sleaze shoes tapping on dark wood. Tan fingers scraping on rich coloured walls.