How about that second World Series win, eh?
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All correspondences are forged by the Treat Typists Guild, Local 202, in the typewriter sweatshop hidden in the Semi-Auntomous Exclave of Belugastan. Forgeries are then delivered to unsuspecting rival nation-states in the nearby Metropolis. All documents are forged on the first take, typos included.
All letters are approved of by the Sovereign Republic of Belugastan's Typewriter Politburo and subsequently placed in the Outbox, to be delivered to neighboring states.
Queries from all parties may be directed to the Grand Vizier:
joel {{at}} laserscorpion [dot] com
Or to Commisar-General:
joel {{at}} laserscorpion [dot] com
Or to Commisar-General:
SamuelRaphael at Gmail dot Com
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Wow!! Thank you so much! Starting in June, I checked every day for another chapter, hoping, hoping, hoping and last night it was there! What a wild place Zito's is, and Timmy where was your head to go over alone, not tell Buster or at least take someone with you? I'm not surprised you weakened to Zito's holding you there; he really does love you and not taken well you and Buster together. I'm just hoping Timmy you don't hurt Buster too much by your impulsive visit to Zeets. I think yours and his love is strong enough not to break over this, but you've got to remember he risks a marriage to be with you.
ReplyDeleteHave you seen the cover of Sports Illustrated with Buster running with open arms at Romo?
finally! and well, that "hate you" was kinda unexpected. I remember fifth game 2010 WS, Zito and Tim laughing like nobody business in the dugout, 5 minutes later, Tim was all over Buster
ReplyDeleteEach chapter intrigues me more.
So happy you updated! I just read through everything again and I'm hoping you make another update soon. I love this story SO much, it's fantastic. Keep writing!!
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