and 4 (more to come someday)o_would_thatDecember 11 2005, 14:38:46 UTC
V While Adam was creating the mayo recipe that would eventually render him financially independant, his spirit undid the lock securing the chain around his bike to the futon frame out front of his café, and wheeled it clicking around back to the delivery truck bay, and walked down the hallway which ran behind the café and its housemate, the bakery. She opened the rear kitchen door and came up behind Adam as his boss was departing, having congratulated him on an exemplary batch of mayonaise, and snuck up to him, placing her hand on his forearm. He turned to her, bleary eyed from a night of insufficient somnolence, and followed her down the hallway after a moment of wordless communication. They rode his bike down a steep hill away from the bakery. She sat hunched on the cross bar of his blue, aluminuim frame, her hair whipping around his head like a persistant cloud of brown smoke - like a tree line seething over an earthquake. They crested a hill and disappeared into the abdoment of another swelling summer day.
it's funny, but I never read this before today and now that you're in Italy i can't tell you that it was directed at you, and i think it still is. I hope you read this because i wont tell you in person.
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While Adam was creating the mayo recipe that would eventually render him financially independant, his spirit undid the lock securing the chain around his bike to the futon frame out front of his café, and wheeled it clicking around back to the delivery truck bay, and walked down the hallway which ran behind the café and its housemate, the bakery. She opened the rear kitchen door and came up behind Adam as his boss was departing, having congratulated him on an exemplary batch of mayonaise, and snuck up to him, placing her hand on his forearm. He turned to her, bleary eyed from a night of insufficient somnolence, and followed her down the hallway after a moment of wordless communication.
They rode his bike down a steep hill away from the bakery. She sat hunched on the cross bar of his blue, aluminuim frame, her hair whipping around his head like a persistant cloud of brown smoke - like a tree line seething over an earthquake. They crested a hill and disappeared into the abdoment of another swelling summer day.
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but i added you Brian.
haha.
xx anna.
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