He was sickly skinny like a walking skeleton with mummified skin. I always felt an urge to wash after shaking his hand. Still, he was entertaining with outrageous stories of women he claimed to have slept with and people he said he knew.
This entry was posted on June 26, 2011 by lokisarrow. It was filed under Uncategorized and was tagged with buckyball.
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