Lightning strikes.
We were outside.
We screamed.
Waiting for the last bus to our destination.
Destination which i dunno where.
Destination where i can have my oysters.
Having gone thru such adventurous disaster.
It was fun.
It was my virgin torrential rain outing.
With the umbrella in pink.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
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