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Jun 02, 2005 08:30

The door opened slowly. He walked in. Her boyfriend. That low-life, good for nothing, piece of shit boyfriend. I thought so lowly of him, because in all honesty, I was jealous. In all honesty, I was envious of him. Envious of that disgusting, low-life, who just walked in the door ( Read more... )

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ifnotwinter June 2 2005, 16:03:52 UTC
i think that what she says needs to be more pressing and more powerful.
but
i ike the story still

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i_needmy_specks June 2 2005, 20:51:24 UTC
i know it needs to be more powerful...but what would she say? what could she say. maybe if she didn't say anything at all..i don't know.

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whodoyoothinkur June 3 2005, 04:20:35 UTC
It all depends on how you read it.

I like it.

Anthony, marry me, make me rich and famous. We'll be struggling artists.

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