Oh dear, oh My.

Aug 12, 2004 13:24

He had come in, covered in motor oil. The house was filled with the aroma of the dinner she'd made for him. An ambiance of peace was flooding the house. Even the inevitable end, in a few short days, seemed impossible, and wasn't something that crossed anyone's mind lately. He ate the meal she made, always making too much, he was full in no time ( Read more... )

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EEEEEEWWWWWWw noxtravx August 13 2004, 08:02:47 UTC
that one left a BAD taste in my mouth

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elelyon August 13 2004, 10:07:59 UTC
So I see this comment in my journal and decide to check out your journal and was surprised, so to speak, what I read. :-) Did you read that in a book or something?

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boyfromspace August 13 2004, 14:58:58 UTC
my estranged wife wrote that to me

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yo when are we chilin noxtravx August 14 2004, 08:10:30 UTC
??????????????????

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Re: yo when are we chilin boyfromspace August 14 2004, 13:04:35 UTC
come over to my house beotch. or call me! you know the number.

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