Walking half way down the broken staircase I realized I was walking on air.Stumble, nor tremble, nor shake did I, but peddled as if I was riding an invisible bicycle. Non- existent step after non-existent step, I felt hunger rumbling like an elderly bear before its last meal. Yet, bear I resembled not but an ivory, hickory apparition. Ghost-like in
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P.S. Love and miss you. Let's play when you come home? Catch up on things?
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i'm talking about people that haven't talked me to me in almost a year and try. like christine. but whatever.
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