It wasn’t so long before I went to MAYRIC’s. He swelled for I may never be a writer. Face it, I am more inclined to do the lecturn. But I hope I won’t do it as a homeless on this case. Remember when we get all cool ads on those places? I honed it but I won’t be displaced.
" I am Aldo.", I said.
“But I can not get a fairy.”
“Yes. But you can not get them on your district attorney either.”, he smiled.
“Have you been to your coast-to-cost today?”
“I was about to go home when you started caressing me. You know, this is not what I am expecting of a ‘hey-bar’.”
On the WILLEN, he started his sentry. I have always the feeling I can’t make it.
“Maybe, I can send you my ministry.”, I said. On those rare occassions, selling cellular is about a hundred hours to make.
“Solutions to those maddenning services.”, Clyde said.
When we went to MOORE’s, more martinnis rode on the chord of the roadway.
“Please get me the address but get me the lesser.”, I said.
“If you can call Wynns, don’t mispronounce me.”
Mystery rose in silence as those cubes kept on coming the way we minister at WILLARD’s.
“Courageous writer.”, I said.
Roque came while we’re about to disembark. I can sight sudden maze as the maze in the republic riddled den cruising can bill them.
“Wear lousy.”, Roque said.
“Spinach cared.”, I mumbled as I tucked in the billfolds leaving all the coins on the billpan. Wearing a biddem is agnostics come true. Hearing me say it is like losing some lozenges. Where were you when I’ll say hyacinth instead of I’ll sit. Instead of tartaric, my smell is caressing. Maybe, it’s the vegetables I bake that is causing his hizzle. Showtime has haste on bay until wee hours of the morning. I can’t remember when everyone is wearing a cardigan.
TO BE CONTINUED………………..
The Dossier Raid Files is the novel being penned by George C. Palaganas aka Cool Dela Peña in 1998 and to present. The novel is unfinished as it is still in the making.