The recent commemorative news on the astronauts' moon walk of 1969 caused me to dream last night about being on the moon. I myself was slowly walking in and out of small crevices when, bam, I found her, dead as a doornail and with an obviously broken jaw, and lying flat as a pancake on the moon's surface since the 1950s: Alice Kramden.
-Old Gargoyle
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