There's really no other way to look at it: I'm a thief.
I didn't pay for it; it wasn't mine; and still I took it.
A big orange pumpkin sat all alone on the very bottom of a cart in the parking lot cart return at Target. Really big. One you could carve the cast of the Rocky Horror Picture Show into.
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
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