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Mar 20, 2005 20:13

A few moths danced drunkenly amongst the street lamps above, but my attention was solely hers. As we stood there, beneath the cones of light that lined the street sides, I could see her eyes beginning to fill with tears, and suddenly I could feel them burning behind mine. The silence grew and deepened with each passing second of the night, ( Read more... )

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itsthebronx March 21 2005, 01:43:28 UTC
hot damn andrew, too good...u say yur not fishing..but u know this is awesome. keep it up.

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utopia_today555 March 21 2005, 02:32:23 UTC
it sounds to me like a dream. Thats how i envision it anyway, one of those hazy dreams that just end before they should. but you say your not done so i cant wiat to see the rest

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explodingirl88 March 21 2005, 03:01:25 UTC
umm. this is interesting Andrew. I figured two people encouraging you to keep going would be enough...but apparently it isn't...?
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I can't type that anymore without effing up.

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