Progress: Lemuria By the Bay 3/9/07

Words: 999 (And some revisions. And Blurbage!)

thank God an editor will never see this: I'm homonym-challenged today. I used the wrong their there, the wrong two, too. *lame*

words the universe will conspire to make me cut We're nearly to the old Civic Center ruin by the time he starts talking. "How do I know I can trust you?" he asks.

I look up at him, surprised. "You can't. I'm really a highly trained Presidio. Chosen for my uncanny resemblance to a young girl."

random thoughtedness: Is it wrong that my brain is already plotting sequels?

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