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Stay close to me
Don’t relax your grip on my right hand

But you are all I really want in this life
You could be the summer rain on my face
You push a little tear into my eye lid
Don’t torture yourself thinking that it must sting

AJ is bright and bubbly youthful and is used to Jane's sort of odd requests when it comes to hair.  Not that her requests are all odd, but she goes into the Salon early in the morning and asks for all her hair back.  Which is actually kind of weird.  AJ is very accommodating especially with nice tips.  So when Jane asked her to color her husband's ( Read more... )

The car ride home was spent calming herself down.  And for the most part, it worked.  There were times when she had wild mood 180's however, going from rational to completely beside herself with fear.  Half of the problem was that she didn't know what the problem was, or the solution, or what could have caused this.  It was like walking along the ( Read more... )

Here I love you ( Read more... )

"There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say," returned the nephew. "Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the ( Read more... )

Gathering her dress, her bag, coat and necklace she moved upstairs (without a piggy back ride) and deposited her gifts in their bedroom. Stripping down naked, she put on the necklace that he bought her, just the diamonds against he pale skin, now golden and brown under the soft candle light everywhere ( Read more... )

The rabbit needs to get laid.

Winston was the only thing she had ever found hard to leave.  He had been her constant companion for months, the only ears that were around to hear her.  He never complained when she bitched about homework, and he never pulled away from her even when she yelled at him for chewing on one of her favorite shirts she left laying on the ground.  He ( Read more... )

I already miss that dumb dog.

She sets the table.  Place mats, dishes, glasses.  For two.  She makes a meal in the kitchen and she tells the cook to go home and let her do this on her own.  She needs to make amends, to tell him she's sorry for behaving so poorly over the last couple of weeks.  He shouldn't have to put up with her.  Silently she dresses.  With a mirror.  She's ( Read more... )