Monday, August 8, 2011
Harold just wanted to go back to bed, even though it was not so much a bed as a dense collection of millipedes, and even though it certainly had smelled a lot fresher when he first bought it. Still, that's where he wanted to be, but Clammy kept dragging him along. There was something important happening at the soda ash plant.
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