Charlie, Me and a Giant Ball Bearing (pt. 2)
March 11th, 2007 at 6:20pm |
My jaw hit dirt. Looking inside the teeny door, I realized we were probably in a little trouble. I don’t think either of us had thought this through.
I looked at Charlie, his eyes the size of sand dollars, jaw in the dirt, and for once, nothing coming out of his mouth.
I squinted and tried to […]
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