*is cruising along in complete denial on a pretty even keel, not thinking about his ex-fiancé, and unaware of his asshole father (the first one, not the pansy) harassing the crap out of his mother*

*lights a cigarette and naively thinks life is tolerable*

So then. He's back.

And I still love him.

What should I do?

*overhears a lot of this shouting in spite of the strikouts*

Well, this ought to be a fun summer.

*finds himself walking by the Mindon a lot more often than he needs to*

Stop it. You made a decision. You know in your heart that he's not coming back anyway.

*thinks about leaving a letter, just in case . . .*

*shakes his head and walks on*

*finally gets fed up with

1. Ingwe's absenteeism

2. His moodiness when he IS here.

3. Cleaning up the mess when everyone and sundry uses the Mindon as a punching bag*

*moves back into the pub*

*knows everyone is going to say 'I told you so'*

*and does not look like Jennifer Aniston, thank you*

*thinks that building snowmen is child's play*

*builds a snow sculpture instead*

*comes outside to take a walk around town*

Oh shit.

*realizes he forgot his wallet and turns back up the steps*

. . .

. . .

WTF?????

*sighs* :(

( *spends a lazy day ambling around the Mindon* :D )

*forges a new back door for the Mindon out of cast-iron*

*cleans up the mess*

*as usual* :S