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Post by Thomas E. Stark on Jul 25, 2011 21:50:36 GMT -5
A warm afternoon. You couldn't beat a perfect afternoon. Thomas sat in his chair tilted back against the outside wall of the jailhouse as he lounged on the front deck. The jailhouse was rather old, with a few renovations, and resembled an old west jailhouse in its design. Thomas kicked up his feet on a stool he had found and tipped his hat down over his eyes. He was hell bent on a nap.
[Sorry for the short post. I just got back from a LONG day and I'm just dead tired and muse-less.]
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