James can in misery plot he skied down an unexpected slope and falls breaks his leg and Kathy Nate’s finds him she is an avid reader.
She holds him captive, she wants to be included in his next novel, and as the story unfolds.
It’s cold up here in Northern California this is the new plan to cap off a pretty dramatic week starting with Las Vegas from there a tiring trek up to a skiing spot where the chains on the tire didn”t bite,
So here in Palo Alto near the university, where some of the kids might go , for they all want to leage with ivy, though Stanford is really isn’t noted for that.
They are all good students I would have suggested they go to community college for the cost is prohibitive,not much realistic upon a budget that could afford it, but se la vie,
The cold is terrible and although the owner promised to fix it , sleep is spotty.
The kids are sweet when they are not playing the age old game of indiscriminately finding a victim from whose soft spot they could play rhat as paifully and intricately sophisticatedly, where they hit their poison darts which strike deliberate plunges toward someone who may not pick up cues.
So, when that softy is struck, they thinking dumb, they solidify their selves’s assurance among each other, casting the spell of trying each others’ common tactical assurance of try me if you dare.
“From here to wine country, a Hungarian vineyard et started it famous for sweet tokay, bottled as if the reverie matches the original :Agoston Haraszthy (/ˈɑːɡəstən ˈhærəsti/; Hungarian: Haraszthy Ágoston, Spanish: Agustín Haraszthy; August 30, 1812 – July 6, 1869) was a Hungarian American nobleman, adventurer, traveler, writer, town-builder, and pioneer winemaker in Wisconsin and California, often referred to as the “Father of California Wine”, …”
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