Colorful markers 2
Violent, animal screaming and sounds of breaking objects emanated from Kathleen's office. She emerged panting and sweating, hair asunder and screamed, "WHERE IS MY YELLOW MARKER?!" Everyone silently looked at each other, afraid of what would happen next. Howard deftly and quietly moved a shaking, sweaty hand to cover the yellow marker on his desk and slid it into his briefcase. As soon as Kathleen returned to her office, Howard would sneak out, drive sixty seven miles to the quarry at the edge of town, and send that marker into the abyss.Report Photo | Email to a friend
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