Sloane breaks through to the 4th round.....Ashleigh is no match.....6-2...6-4.
Hell To The Yeah. Bring It Sloane.
Gettin' closer to Night, the young Russian girl leaves Hotel Paradise on The Bowery above CBGB's where her and her Dad have been surviving on Potted Meat Food sandwiches cuz that costs less than Real Spam
and its all that they can afford.
They need to get to Penn Station, to Catch that Number 7 Train. Leaving Now cuz the last thing she wants is to be late.
She seems to grasp that her match is not at SHEA Stadium though so.....thats covered.
Off To Face The Her Hero-ess Millionaire she feels a Chill even though theres not Snow on the ground
she remembers when there was and where she came from
to get here
The Wind......
whispers.......
Sonya