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on occasion the dim sounds of echoing footsteps were heard during the quieter stretches of twilight. it was later understood these were the efforts of a group of scientifically misplaced sauropods, grazing in the greener portions of minter lane around toby keethling's house. toby, (whispering loudly from his bedroom window to something hidden in the trees): hi, my name's toby. wanna play __________(suggestion: lite-brite)? and then the sauropods died. long groans and finalizing thuds in the fields fill in the spaces between the notes the yellow-toothed piano and its architect form with dreamy theodore debussy's reverie music. feet quickly patter on the green wet cement beneath grey dripping pecan trees. leaves breathe in the wind. swell the sound of billowing curtains and wind-turned pages in abandoned textbooks. oh and little boys crying in the distance.
by The JavaScript Source
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