Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Today's Favorite Passage

*Expletive Warning*
They left in small groups. None of them used the elevators. Each wore armor and carried an assault rifle. The Marshals Service was an organization always at war.
If Toni had a sense of paranoia when she arrived, she was definitely aware of every noise as they left. The day had shed light into corners of her brain she would have preferred left dark. The clarity of what was at stake, the threats they might face, weighed like a hippo across her chest.
A big, attitude-driven, fat, purple hippo with fucking pink spots, wearing armor.
Regards,
R. Mac Wheeler
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