decadent tranquility
fiction, poems and other general flirtatious happenings
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
A dejected, bruised, battered and bloodied Z crosses the finish line. The fairy tale is over. Not the way you want to lose the yellow jersey. Tragic.
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