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[imageoficculus]

She craved the excitement, the mystery, the suspense. It was in the way she trembled, holding that little slip of paper. The way she reeked of longing when it slipped fluttering through her fingers, beginning its eternity long descent toward the floor. The way she knew it would destroy her when she found out what it was

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[pause4paws]

Sheesh. I already felt like crap this evening. Now I can confidently feel much worse, thank you.

Here's a hug, in any case.

T

[imageoficculus]

I did put the most positive spin I could on it. I failed to mention the egg-stained shoes for instance.

Thanks for the hug. I'll figure psychotic neighbor girl out someday.

Out of Line, Out of Time.

[no_absolutions]

Oh I love this, I do. And I think I understand what most of it means. So would I be out of line if I told you I made a connection with this entry?

I know you must love the mystery and the intrigue. So I hope the girl next door is treating you well and keeping you on your toes.

I hope everything is going great for you, I miss talking to you in my journal absences's.

Re: Out of Line, Out of Time.

[imageoficculus]

Nothing you could say to me would ever be out of line. Tell me more of why you feel a connection to it, though. I'm curious.

The girl next door is exactly that though. This goes back to when you first started reading my journal. She's taken a severe liking to me for reasons I can only guess, but I just can't feel the same way about her. There's a lot more to the story, of course, but if I don't keep some of the suspense, you might disappear on me again. We can't have that.