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Feb 19, 2006 12:12

I run through the neighborhood for 10 minutes or more, the cold air embracing me, and painting my cheeks crimson, brittle. I run until the pavement becomes very soft under my feet, and they sink into it, and then lift off, weightless.
I should go back. I shouldn't have left. That was stupid. Now they think I'm mad at them. I'm not mad at them. I ( Read more... )

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sixstepsleft February 19 2006, 17:35:22 UTC
Poser

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selfmadecritic February 19 2006, 19:29:55 UTC
I should have put the last line in quotations. It struck me.

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hernias February 19 2006, 17:38:53 UTC
This is quite possibly the best thing I've ever read from a computer screen.

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selfmadecritic February 19 2006, 19:32:49 UTC
I doubt that. Thank you, regardless.

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euphoric_hell February 19 2006, 19:06:54 UTC
Me, you, possibly other people, this week. It's an order.

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selfmadecritic February 19 2006, 19:32:29 UTC
Agreed.

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zestysteve February 19 2006, 23:20:00 UTC
how was morgan's? my coolant leak is not a good one...

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euphoric_hell February 20 2006, 00:59:40 UTC
Morgan's was great. It would have been a lot of fun if you could have joined us, but I bet Kev was glad he got to be a pimp. Sorry about your car trouble. If the weather get nicer, I can walk to your house sometime this week.

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vmprhk February 20 2006, 03:00:09 UTC
This was absolutely great

Thank you for writing it, I more than enjoyed reading it

I feel better, probably because I can relate to it.

Please write more of these

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selfmadecritic February 20 2006, 04:07:06 UTC
Duely noted.

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facadesbanned February 20 2006, 04:36:31 UTC
I love you Colin. Even when you are a silly irresponsible boy. I really do, I love you. I know so many good writers.

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