I imagine myself in socks sliding lengths of marble hallways, and finally gathered up sleeping at the end of the last.
I imagine myself in socks sliding lengths of marble hallways, and finally gathered up sleeping at the end of the last.
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maybe we could get a game of hockey in socks going on those marble floors.
Then it won’t be a Palace of Depression anymore, it will be a Palace of Silly Fun!
i think the back door has a palace of silly fun sign. we could meet in the middle.
Collide, you mean.