Sunday, August 17, 2008


Jauntily, the boy descended the slight staircase. Three steps was all, and the boy, jauntily, covered them in two.

An older man – portly, upset, etc. – watched as the boy descended the steps. My, my, the man thought to himself, how that boy moves! This excited the portly, upset man a great deal. I must get myself a boy like that, he thought further. And like all terrible things, that was how this terrible thing was born.

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