urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liar ∾ ∾ 2013-01-19T01:04:23Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liar:4910 2011-08-11T16:17:44Z 2013-01-19T01:04:23Z <blockquote><span style="font-size: smaller;">Then Potato ran by. He was a little brown dog, just like the woman said. He tore past me like he was about to miss a plane. He was gone by the time I even realized it had to be Potato. But he looked joyful, and I thought: Good for him. </span><strong><span style="font-size: smaller;">Live the dream, Potato.</span></strong></blockquote>