Scrabble through the city

Spits of pitter patter rain hammers down as soon as the arms wrap around the box with KWYJIBO large on the front. Save for tiny pinprick holes all over the shrink wrap, an otherwise closed system. Demanding rights of water hitting harder and harder on the fibres, soaking up another kilo. And still, despite having many, many holes in the skin of the plastic, the cardboard and contents of the boardgame remain dry.

Soon Van

Friday, 6 January 2006 - 13:09

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