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Thursday, September 07, 2006

Bower

So,you could say that Nikolas,basically became the rudder,while I,at the end of my rope,basically became the bower.But it was not just my weight that made me the anchor at the end of the ship's bow...it was how I was going to use it.
Posted by Sam Spade at 10:47 AM

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