Saturday, April 21

Typo of the Day

At the sight of Charlie's room--and his bed--a lightning blot of pain ripped through me.

It's like a combination between a BLOB and a BOLT. "Man, did you see that misshapen lightning strike earlier? It was like a blot of lightning."

Or something.

-K.
at 6:36 PM
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