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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The point grazed my scalp

A new first line.
 and a sharp lesson learned

   The point grazed my scalp just to the left of the apple, by the time I rid myself of the rope lashing me to the tree the gnome was nowhere to be seen.

    Gnomes are what they are, guardians of their treasures and I suppose I should ask next time I wander into a place of magic to taste a forbidden red treasure.

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