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jane
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i'm walking home. rick just kissed me. jess cheated on him & i was telling him - you're going to regret this tomorrow. brian is coming over. you_are_beautiful , rick says to me. he kissed me again. peter saw. i don't know whether or not i should tell winter. i think i will because i don't know what to do. i walked home. i saw a payphone & wished i had someone to call. i could see my breath but i wasn't cold.
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phil
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after 5
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could have called me.
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stork daddy
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from the fight, with the familiar rush of emotions, feeling like he could snatch stars out of the sky. his nose stung in the cold air from a chance blow. still it hadn't been as bad as it could've. there was always some pretend reason for these fights, rights to sell on this corner or that, but mainly they seemed excuses for something to do on a friday night. guns hadn't been involved lately, but he knew from stories Jens had told that once that ante is upped, it's very hard to step down from. Continuing on down the street, he saw a man stepping out from an alley with a woman whose mascara was running. You could tell easily from her prostitute uniform that she was a prostitute. Johnny just hoped that the man had to pay more for whatever caused her mascara to run. He looked at the man's blistering red face and the man actually looked threatening, almost deadly despite the obviously expensive suit he was wearing. Johnny thought with a bit of pity how the man was going to go home and probably pretend to love his family. What he didn't know is that Barnett_Bando stopped pretending too hard a long time ago.
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sahba
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is fun
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sahba
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whish i had someone to walk with
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nonlucid
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from his house at three in the morning
it was only a kilometre, or two (maybe and a half), and I wouldn't have walked if the bus hadn't come (it didn't come at all, i waited long enough to see if it ever would have)
and i got back at 3, and i was cold (just my hands, i should have brought gloves, that's all)
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my dad said he should have seen me home, or something, but i explain that we're just friends, it's different (one of the guys)
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i also got that odd jumpy feeling when i saw your name on aim, a week later.. for the first time in a week and more
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i think i'm obsessed
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zeke
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see: empty_and_desolate_hours
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oops
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desolate_and_empty_hours
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