* * * * *
it was still finals when i saw that piece of junk in the hands of Jeremy.
junk as it were, it attracted me,
spoiled as it was, curious i was to see if i could fix it.
but alas all hope was gone,
for although the shell is strong,
but as i peered at its innards, it was obvious the infection was beyond repair
closing the junk back up, it returned to the hands of the master,
awaiting its doom.
* * * * *
or somewhere along those lines, so jeremy, if u want any chance of saving it,
get a new one.
get a new one.
PS: went for frisbee HAT today. first time! proved to be still a rookie at this game (T.T got the Caroll lecture again). damn i need to train. calling any frisbee-er in Kepong! looking for daily evening practices!
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