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Let me take you on a history lesson, 'Ben's Follies in Florida '98.' Good year to be in Savage Garden, good year to be on tour, but bad year to be Ben. I am quiet, I enjoy my privacy, and I enjoy the fact that I am not overly famous to the point where I am mobbed on the street and screams follow me around town. The other guys talk about their sex
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Ben is upstairs in our place asleep and I'm going to the store. I don't need a freaking babysitter, I'll be FINE and Lee if you want to eat with us tonight that is fine, I'll be making something Italian, probably Eggplant Parmesan and a salad and maybe something for dessert, some ice cream or something. Just don't try and talk to us about this anymore at least not right now, okay? I know Dan will want to and that is fine but I'm really getting freaked out about all this, everyone saying stuff that might happen to me. It's over and done with and Ben is going to be okay, we're going to be okay. Okay?
The doc was nice and examined Ben and I stayed with him--he has alot of deep bruising, maybe even bruised kidneys but he should be okay over the next few days with lots of rest and fluids. She gave him some strong painkillers and some antibiotics and those have knocked him out. He may have had a slight concussion but that would've been worse for him before he got home to me.
I'll be back later, going to the store and will be gone about an hour or so.
Linds
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