Thursday, April 09, 2009

Your Name Isn't Rocky

After the brief regrouping, we headed back out and over to the museum for K.'s moment with Rocky. Here, in case it's a little unclear, K. is kissing her guns.
Here, in case it's not obvious, I am brushing my shoulder off. It ain't no thing.
Then K. ran up the stairs, like Rocky would. I walked at a normal pace.

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