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March 16, 2010 - 8:41

I have been sending more text messages than I'm accustomed to, and have noticed that my brain forms, far more than usual, theoretical conversation in fragment.
Incidentally, very pleasantly composed, (to me), scrap sentences make their way into my sent text messages without intention or effort.
"A strange crook that glints in dim light."

Describing a particular woman's teeth.