"My lips are zipped!" I said as I ran my thumb and my forefinger across my mouth in a quick zipping action.
The reporter was asking privileged information that I didn't have the right to divulge. Sure, I could have said something, but too much was at stake and it wouldn't be the smart thing to do.
I eyed the water bottle filter and unzipped my lips long enough to take a big gulp of fresh water. I sort of felt like a big exotic tropical fish in a small transparent goldfish bowl.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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