LOL! You are on! I'll email you. I think the evil secret keepers in the FreewriteHouse will be giving us a prompt at a later date, but I am up for a WeWrite, before then. I'll be in touch... :)
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LOL! You are on! I'll email you. I think the evil secret keepers in the FreewriteHouse will be giving us a prompt at a later date, but I am up for a WeWrite, before then. I'll be in touch... :)
Oh, those folks in the FreewriteHouse are crafty! Looking forward to we-write behind their back ;)
A phone rang. I looked at my mobile, but the battery had died. Weird. I had only charged it before I had left my apartment to head over to this dubious new FreewriteHouse. Then I realized - there was a phone booth in front of this shady old building, and the ringing came from the booth. I approached it cautiously. I hesitated, then picked up. “Hello?” – “Dick Laurent is dead.”
I looked at the phone in my hand. "Dick Laurent is dead?" I repeated. "Hello?" the voice said. I realised I wasn't talking into the mouthpiece, just looking at the phone in my hand. "I said," holding the phone in the correct mouth-ear configuration. "Dick Laurent is dead?" There was a pause. "That's what I said," said the voice, then: "Oh for heavens sake!" and the line went dead...
you guys are just too funny and too sneaky!! LOL
I realised I might have drunk a little too much, when I started receiving messages from a House. whatever you do, I thought. Don't start talking back to the House, they'll lock you up for good this time!
"Excuse me," I said. "Who are you calling sneaky?"
The House just stared back.
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