One mans tale of Love, Honour, Betrayal, oh and Penguins
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Day 52
I did some exploring to see if anything else was missing, nothing was. However the suitcase was now open, the letter inside, sitting snugly on velvet coverings, it all but glowing with malice. I recognised the handwriting.
Hi there,
Im Ozle, im about 'this' tall' and have the full complement of body parts and all that jazz.
Im here because the little voices told me to put this in a blog, God knows why. I shall ask him one day
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