How could Carver know?

[carver_]

I felt thrown off. I felt naked--and uncomfortably so. She wouldn't make eye contact with me as she busied herself around the small room, shoving clothes and tiny motel room toiletries into her bag. "Claire," I started to say. "Don't even," she said, lifting an accusatory finger at me. If looks could kill, I'd be found, probably weeks later,

Comments

[cix]

*haughty sniff* She sounds like an awful bitch. Not like someone else I know. *looks around* *points at self*

[carver_]

That's why I can't help but love you both.

[osmanspare]

go gittir!
i think pummeling with a dead caddock is in order.

[carver_]

I'm thinking I should check this...OH, HERE'S AN IDEA...WRITE in this journal more often.