Tuesday, July 19, 2005

The beating of that hideous heart

I can't stop staring at it. It's sitting on the dining room table. It's not mine. I can't open it. Even if I could, it would be for nothing; not until next Friday will I be free enough to belatedly join the rest of the world in finding out what's inside.

It's Will's copy of Harry Potter 6, and it's driving me crazy.
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