MeMe, MyMy I stole this idea from poolagirl. I think I might tag some peoples! Grab a random book. What is the book? Queer by William S Burroughs. Open it to page 82. Write out the last sentence of the third paragraph. He lived in a boardinghouse that was never warm. Finish the thought in your own words. The boardinghouse was cold even in the summertime, when he would have expected the balminess to settle at headheight and give the mold and mildew a new opportunity to smell "fresh". Instead, the hallways smelled of the cheap food that the other residents cooked from a can on a hotplate in a battered saucepan. The sounds he heard were of creaking coughs and of transistor radios turned up loud to whatever baseball game could be tuned in on a broken antenna. The only sights were of peeling lead-laden paint and old carpeting with decades of ground-in dirt from foot traffic and cat hair. But when he closed his eyes, he could hear an egg being broken into a hot pan. He could smell the bread baking. And he could see her standing at the stove, tying up her hair in a ribbon that matched her dress. Tag some other people to play this game. kungfukitten
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