Cha-Cha laboured up the grade, burdened by the weight of my luggage and the accumulated grime of a hard and fast 1600 km journey. Engine buzzing at five grand in second, the car was as desperate as I was to crest the Blue Mountains, the final geographic barrier separating us from our journey’s end. At the top, although I only could gain but tiny
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Not freaked out. Read at will, my Novacastrian lurker :-)
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a lovable conglomerate of utter ineptitude, gorgeous looks and vivacious personality... eh?
Good thing for you I had a dictionary near-by. I had to look most of the words up lol.
Inform me with any new 'wet encounters' you have.
Miss you already. TIM.
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I hope you did actually "LOL", cos I would love to hear that little snort that you do when you laugh, and just imagined that you did it. (Sorry, couldn't help myself.)
Be assured that all 'wet encounters' shall be described here (in varying degrees of detail) for you to read about - well most of them anyway. You should start writing about yours in your journal too so that we know what you and Luke are up to. Umm...actually...come to think of it...don't worry about it...LOL
Take care Tim.
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Also, I expect to see you and clique out on Sat night for some serious gay-clubbing and yeerosing. That's an order!
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You take care too mister and I will continue to read your eloquent 'Saturn Returns' with interest.
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