Sitting in fancy swivel chair, I squirm around trying to find a fun pose for Kim's camera.
Opposite us, a pretty gril sits behind a messy desk with a vintage type writer. She's deep in thought and the key-levers are doing little mexican-waves as her fingers scroll across the keys. The sign on her desk reads somehting to the effect of 'buy a poem!' and I catch a glimpse of a few names scribbled down in some kind of list: kim, bill, and some other things.
Two girls who make up 'pencils and needles' are there and we buy a bunch of nice things form them including this hungry bag thing. Kim even scored a free pair of bipolar, felt-earings. Bargain!
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