Tuesday, September 6, 2011
“The Contents of the Dead Man’s Pocket” Minute Paragraph
One minute of my life I was just looking around to see whats going on. During that minute there was a lot of people socializing. I just sat around and thought what to do the next minute that was about to happen. I was talking to someone else that I knew thats near by. But I didn't exactly think of a subject to talk about. What ever comes up then thats what were going to be communicating about. Everything kind of happened real fast but the minute went by quicker then I expected.
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Nice blog post!
ReplyDeleteNice blog post. I like the picture. Question, Where were you?
ReplyDeleteI second Genonna's question. Where were you? What did you see?
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