A very short story.

Dec 19, 2004 04:50

At the dawn of morning, awake from the previous day, he pushed past the doors, the entrance to his dormitory, with a sense of purpose. Armed with intention, he walked, each footstep exuding confidence, quickly across the cement walkway: destination inherent in the stone beneath his worn sneakers. Finally focusing his dilated, red eyes on the ( Read more... )

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loser311 December 21 2004, 03:38:35 UTC
hey whats your number again i lost it the night you called me thats y i didn't get to call u back !!!!!! how ya doin i miss u come back soonnn

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jeffms66 December 22 2004, 05:03:30 UTC
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