Why is he my freckle? Because he's always on me. Always. I never get away. And he's a bloody boomerang. I try to push him away and he's right there again, like a piece of Velcro. Behold my freckle. The spindly dog with a chin. Whoever heard of a dog with a chin? He's like the Jay Leno of canines.

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Date: 2009-07-14 02:30 am (UTC)