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Oct 21, 2007 01:33

It's late at night and the rock star can't sleep, so he's taken to writing.
Again.

Pickles has a pen and his notepad, and a considerably smaller bottle fortress than usual, smoking considerably less than usual.

He's waiting for someone.
A hippie, perhaps.
One that likes to wonder where his boyfriend wandered off to, in the middle of the night.

(plotlocked? Mebbe ^^)

pickles, miniver cheevy

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