I discovered recently that there is a crustacean that lives invisible to the naked eye on the beach feeding on rotting seaweed which has, however, 'a taste for blood human. Jump up to 40cm in height and if you go in its natural habitat, say Ocracoke Island in North Carolina, then you bring him home with you and does not go away ever again '.
and stay there 'nice and ready for your trip while you campers around the fire', and perhaps feel the taste of roasted marshmellows and tequila in your blood. Maybe I made friends with crustaceans of your friends, and decides to throw a party on your face while you sleep in a tent with five other people. He's there 'goodie during the day as you walk through the dunes to get to the lighthouse at Cape Hatteras and that' beautiful and phallic like Dark Fall, but more 'high and not too far the hill from which the Wright brothers have launched the first airplane in 1903. Li 'there is too much wind and the crustacean, which we call narrative as Hugh, hides behind your ears. We also rode the ferry, Hugh and I, 'cause the captain did not see a short skirt from who knows' how much. Open the way to a family of dolphins that I was afraid to invest but to feel the physical physics and biology Junoesque to no risk.
Returning home the summer ends and begins the rainy season and Hugh, taken by great sadness, he spends his nights to overeat and write love letters to his girlfriend and 'round in Turkey with the Colombian neurologist and his wife. For comfort I took him to see Hitchcock's North by Northwest in a small cinema that shows films of the past and we sipped wine and ate hot dogs. The next day was well pleased, and organized a picnic on my left arm while I was swearing in C + + trying to write a program for one of our experiments.
Sunday I'm going to hear Richard Dawkins speaks of development at Duke.
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