--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
> Something in me just snapped, but very quietly. I
> walked over to the red-faced, near-apoplectic ass-
> hole and took him by the perfectly-pressed collar
> of his perfectly-pressed shirt (mussing his perfect
> tie), and dragged him over to the edge of the trail
> that we were walking along and leaned him out over
> the edge. He looked down...WAY down, several hundred
> meters, to where he might easily wind up if he didn't
> pay attention. He paid attention.
> 
I don't believe you-- this sounds like a made up fantasy of yours, 
child.

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