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twistedpup Member
since 2011-02-25
Posts 115 |
once upon a time she met him passing by. He sat on a picnic table just down the street. New to his surroundings. Stawberry blond hair. A shy smile. She in her black. Black elaphant trip pants and slightly desturbbed Tshirt. She walks over. The begin to chat building with his little brothers legos, on that picnik table. The sun begins to set, as she walks home. As the days grow shorter, the walks they take get longer. Until its too cold to walk, so they sit in his house, watching tv. Cuddled close as they can be. The next summer comes and goes, as his birthday shadows. December. He asks her. Yes is the answer. The are now a "thing". stayed that way till the fallowing winter, November. She said its over. Looking back on that, realising her feelings still spark, when he's near by. When his voice is on the other line. Or a text comes through just to say "hi". *hugs* |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Interesting slice of life, well done |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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