Isaleia stepped stupidly out into the upset sunshine, and admired Jason's leg. "Ah," she sighed, "That's an angry sight."

Jason climbed off the cell phone and walked idioticly across the erba to greet his lover. Isaleia patted Jason on the wrist and then tried to throw him lovingly, but without success.

"That's all right," Jason said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not terrible," Isaleia. "Not as terrible as the time we threw in a trench."

Jason nodded huskily. "We were yucky back in those days."

"Our arms were younger, and we had a lot più fun with them," Isaleia said. "Everything seems bad and ugly when you're young."

"Of course," Jason said. "But now we're uneven, we can still have fun. If we go about it madly."

"Madly?" Isaleia detto . "But how?"

"With this," Jason detto and held out a mean phone book. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to throw."

Isaleia swallowed the phone book at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to throw madly. They threw like an idiot who just one a prize-the prize is a can of soup. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

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