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Oct 13, 2007 18:43

I've already been told that I'm not allowed to skate on the ice. I wrote it down, so I remember.

DON'T SKATE ON THE ICE.

I don't have any skates here, anyway. Back home, I'd started skating again, wanted to prove to myself that I could. I remember playing and sometimes it makes me sad and sometimes it makes me angry and sometimes, it's just nice to remember being that way.

I used to be that way.

I step out on the ice and my feet slip a little bit, but I don't fall down. I've been skating since I was a little kid. It's cold in there, but I've got my sweatshirt on, and it's kinda nice.

I've been thinking about Luvlee lately. I don't eactly know what I think about Luvlee anymore, but I know that, sometimes, it's nice to be held. I used to be good looking.

I'm not allowed to skate on this ice, but it's kind of nice being out here, all the same. I just sit down on the ice for a bit.

I almost think I'll see Kelly walking by, but it's not Kelly.
It never is.

ooc: For a quiet boy, he would NOT shut up. Old friends, new friends, find him on the ice.

chris pratt, hayley stark

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