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Dec 07, 2008 11:32

First there's the gentle whir, often only imagined...A flight from Honolulu into Oakland, little more than six years ago. They asked us to play cards and later the younger one kissed me as we descended, chaste lips tightly closed even in the face of her own action and my pursuant passion. She wrote her phone number and email carefully in my ( Read more... )

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grassfire December 8 2008, 05:30:07 UTC
desire is the grassfire drinking gasoline

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*sad face* pshairyn December 8 2008, 23:38:08 UTC
you were in la and didn't tell me? well... i guess you were busy.

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Re: *sad face* eye December 9 2008, 05:29:22 UTC
No, this was years ago...and I did see you. I'll let you know if and when I'm down there again, promise. :)

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Re: *sad face* pshairyn December 9 2008, 16:43:23 UTC
In LA? I don't think I've ever seen you in LA...

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Re: *sad face* eye December 9 2008, 17:58:52 UTC
Lies! I even stayed in your house one night.

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kudra December 9 2008, 18:08:14 UTC
Frustrated, flummoxed- my friend. Far away from this space, you'll find yourself understanding precisely why it's all unfolded this way. You might not know now, but I do. You're the goods, the bees knees, the best socks ever.

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wakingkate December 10 2008, 14:56:18 UTC
You're the best dispenser of sage sooths and such.

Also, hi eye. I like!

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