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So. I got an idea this morning, as I was loading the dish washer and little Clark kind of traipsed through my mind and said-- Hey, what if I'd been found by a pair of hell and brimstone evangelists instead of the Kents? And what if it was during the 1930's? When Kansas was ths Dustbowl?
Back up, Aliem, I told him-- I'm still trying to get Clark and Lex laid, trying to get Kirill in bed with Alexei-- I can't possibly do a damn thing more, and I've got Lindsey tapping on my shoulder harder everyday.
But, I kind of like the idea. What do you think?
Back up, Aliem, I told him-- I'm still trying to get Clark and Lex laid, trying to get Kirill in bed with Alexei-- I can't possibly do a damn thing more, and I've got Lindsey tapping on my shoulder harder everyday.
But, I kind of like the idea. What do you think?
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