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I lifted her legs off of my lap slowly, only just moving her. I took two steps and heard the gentlest, most suggestive whisper of "Where are you going?" Turning around, I saw her still lying down, head resting on the armrest and tilted slightly to the side. Through the wayward strands of hair over her face, gentle eyes shined at me, paired with her ( Read more... )

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For Abby: You know the problem? Solved. Wrong way to solve it, but it got solved. I'm free. For the most part.

For Caitlin: I never knew being a girl could be so much fun.

Don't give up on me yet
Don't forget who I am
I know I'm not there yet
But don't let
Me stay here alone

Take Me Away - Lifehouse

Chronologically:

- Girls' Soccer owns.
- Football, a valiant effort.
- Monsoon.
- Hot tub... G-LARS...
- Fuck.
- Dance (synch p-walk, push it)
- Fuck.

Yup.