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The ChairIt was built in 1946, the chair. Made of fine wood, the chair was carved neatly by a skilled craftsman, who then gave it a nice dark wood finish. The seat and back were filled with fuzz, then covered with a nice green fabric. The green upholstery comforted anyone that sat in the chair. and the chair was happyThe Chair by justcallmesly
The chair sat in a big room, a nice room. Many chairs like him were in this room. Women of all shapes and sizes sat in the chairs. They typed away with their typewriters, typing whatever it was they were writing (chairs couldn't see the things they did)
But in any case, the chair was happy.
Sometimes new things came in. Chair wanted to know what was in those boxes. Sometimes he found out, other times he did not, but it didn't really matter to him, because he knew he'd be happy forever.
But as time went on, the Chairs grew older. and Chairs fabric was just beginning to fade. But the Chair was happy doing his job.
Sometimes he saw one of his comrades have a minor break, and
|This is my artistic and literary works.|
My musical interests, However, I like all music made before 1990
To be specific, it's the CP 273, which always has either IC&E EMD or DME EMD, usually SD40-2s
Here is your up-to-date silver price, courtesy of coin trackers.com
Hola ¿Cómo estás?
Se Hablo español pero no es fluente
HE IS MY SAVIOR
Interesting facts of me
I am in a lovely relationship with Hope Sansirivini. You can find her on her new DA account ----->
I have never seen the Pacific Ocean in person.
I have never been in an airplane,
I'm a republican with a few democratic qualities.
annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd...that should do er.
Tools of the trade: Canon EOS Rebel T3, Macbook, Tripod (for cameras and as a weapon, if needed)
MP3 Player of choice: iPad? iPOD? NOPE! I play records, people, and will never own an IPOD or an IPAD
BTW, I hate furry haters. You will be blocked if you hate on me. I'm not one to yell at you back, but I will call you a child if you yell at me (though We do act like children)