Nov 08, 2006 01:06
The box spring was found leaning against a telephone pole around the corner from his crumb strewn hovel. He drug it back through an unattented lot and clumsily worked it up a rickety flight of wrought iron stairs. The first couple of nights proved unsuccessful as the down comforter coupled with a sheet did little to inhibit the wood and metal from being introduced to Chave's back during the night. This was rectified with a sleeping bag mat. It worked just right and allowed for more comfortable sleep than he had had in months. It was almost too comfortable...
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c. 2006 bsp