her fingers tired of composing the too many paper teardrops needed to cleanse the ache that had sprung from far deeper than she really cared to know and she felt over exposed and slightly chilled at the abandoning of so many emotions, so many tears and so she slipped back into her jacket stuck her hands deep into the pockets and as she walked away thought, I should have known better my hands always hurt when they get cold
this will be my last one, *she says with a sigh and soft smile* thanks all for your help and support
[This message has been edited by fc (edited 01-24-2000).]
What ya mean ya "bid adieu?"....Get your sweet ass back here young lady...Now, if you've got a hair appointment or something....sure, I know in your case that could take a very long time...but after that?....Yea, you better be back or I'll flood your email with nasty, naughty panting and breathing and nekkid pictures of LongJohn and all the other terrible things I can think of....do you hear me lady!!!??
Florida's Foreverly Shores
FC- This is truly a wonderful, artistically presented work of art. The words are delicate morsels to be savored and then to have it served it in such a lovely ~crystal dish~ is the creme de la creme. ~*Marge*~
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