His voice... the way he looked me straight in the eyes without a doubt or insecurity, focused only on me, "There's no one in the world like Emily," his fingers moving so confidently, like an art. My feet suddently feel slippery and I find it difficult to keep my ankles crossed, my casual, almost bored pose that really didn't fit anymore. I uncross
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-the sis
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Oh the cheese I am dishing out.
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and read some of my writing:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/vegdivers/27887.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/vegdivers/21859.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/vegdivers/11727.html
http://www.livejournal.com/~vegdivers/2004/12/15/
obviously, you dont have to read this all. i just thought i'd put it out there to save you the effort of possibly browsing through old meaningless entries.
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