"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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maybe i should give it a beginning and an end sometime.
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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.
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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?
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How did the old short story go? You never sent me any of it...
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thankyou for the kind words.
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