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Mar 03, 2006 08:29

I am describing to my mate that he will do well over well
and the little man just continues to sit there crying at his computer
what a droopy son of a bitch that little man is.
I took him to a concert, classical last night and all he talked about was problematic grey plains
He said he forbid himself to go there. I dont have any clue what he was talking about.
When we got home i pulled out the envelopes i had adressed to him in the draw and handed them to him.
He asked what they were
and i said paper
he gave me a good pop in the cheek and i said paper and ink
another made me tell him that in the envelope was a letter
a nice tight headlock made me admit the letter was emotional.
a very thoughtful healthy elbow to the ribs brought my deapest confesion,
that these letters written in ink of great emotion confessed my love again and again.
History lessons in my class the next day would say I lived a million years ago and loved a dinosaur.
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