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[____ohgolly]

"he found himself out walking again, dragging his feet like he'd done since he was a kid. every three steps, his lace would break out, working it's way through the hole in the sole of his shoe, and every four steps, he went bend down, and tuck the soaking wet offender back into it's little cave. old newspapers were floating around in the gutters

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[sistermorphine_]

what is this? is this yours? i love it.

[____ohgolly]

uh, yeah, i guess so. i just thought i'd write something down in my journal and people could wonder about it. and i just started writing.

maybe i should give it a beginning and an end sometime.

[sistermorphine_]

i think you should indeed. and then you can let me read it. and i can love it some more.

and i don't mean to be a reply comment snoop but you mentioned the great gatsby and you having read it.. i swear (not the cuss kind) that i told you to read that many months ago. i hope i had something to do with that, if only a very small something, because i love passing that book along the line of people i love.

[____ohgolly]

maybe i will. however, i need to think of a name for my character, only known as "he". and after that, it's all plain sailing.

and of course it was to do with you, silly. i've been looking for it forever, and i found a cheap copy, so i got it. and read it, and then read it again. thanks.

is there any way we can communicate right now?

[sistermorphine_]

the third time is the greatest treat.

i can go on msn, i had aim once upon a time but it's gone now. your on my list as gajopodatim@hotmail.com, is that valid?