It was breakfast time at the Johnson's house which could only mean one thing; bacon, eggs and fresh hot biscuits with butter were waiting to be eaten. Mornings like these made Jane feel like she was back in the nineteen fifties.
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Monday, October 19, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
You start it. I got nothing right now. 
Now what? Where are we? what's happening? Who's there? Fill it in with your own writing!
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