Sunday, August 31, 2003

Borage Seed Oil

Lines formed quickly outside the fire-gutted Macy's. Leonard, sitting on his Hindu-Matic "Anti-Stress" Stool in the warden's office, saw no need to let the old man know anything about what was to happen in little over an hour. From Warden Padich's office window, one could see the entire mallscape of the People's Plaza (PP). With the PP only three miles away from Incarceration Incorporated (Inc., Inc.), many of the prisoners talked amongst themselves about "getting a whiff" of a Cinnabon when the morning breeze would kick up.

To be continued, just like your nutritional desires!

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