same as always

Oct 28, 2004 23:13

I still can't do it. I still can't. You all know it, you know it when I sit there and I'm quiet and I stare into my morning coffee with its lacquer oil sitting on top, an easily recognizable scent floating out of the mouth. I can't do it when i glance over papers I'm not supposed to see, the cryptic language of hate I understand. Can't do it when I ( Read more... )

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Oh, my love. cripplecreek November 1 2004, 15:29:52 UTC
Claire Claire,

I hope you remember how much I adore you.

Please, don't hesitate to call me, anytime. Don't you remember when I called you at 2:00 in the morning?

I'd love to hear from you.

So much love!

Maureen

P.S. The German boy [whom you never met] asked me to marry him. Haha. Of course, I said yet.

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anonymous November 2 2004, 07:34:52 UTC
You write similar to a forest... SCARY on the outside but on the inside it's a great opportunity to have a picnic! Except for when the snow comes LOL!!

About last night....

thanks.

"Friend"

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