

Title Goes HereI tell you I don't know her when you ask if I've seen her around.Title Goes Here
I tell you I've never gone out of the country, when you ask if I've been to Saigon. I met her in India, watching a snake handler charm an albino cobra in the middle of a dank alley
that stank of unwashed men.
She told me he used a trombone to put the snake in such a trance.
I tell you I've never been when you ask about the egg rolls from the Chinese place across the street. She and I ate lunch there. Everyday we sat in the corner booth, where the broom handle once fell from


Translation PleasePut that in the boot she says while I manhandle her overstuffed suitcase into my carTranslation Please
You need a lift to your flat she says while we climb six flights of stairs to my apartment
Bin this she says Handing me a moldy block of cheese
Pass the crisps she says and the biscuits She takes the pringles from my hand Reaches to the shelf above my head for the box of oreos
I love you she mumbles Half asleep, head resting on my shoulder.


Take ThreeThe tennis ball hits the door. Back and forth, an unfaltering rhythm beats consistently against chaotic thoughts. Emma sits; denim clad legs, one bent at the knee, stretch along cold tile floor. Short blond hair falls in her face, she is long past trying to keep it pushed away from the light brown eyes currently fixed on the returning tennis ball.Take Three
Each time the ball hits the tile on its way to the door, a pair of blue eyes blaze before her; and each time it clunks solidly against the metal she feels the open hand hot against her cheek. When the worn felt covering hits her hand and she hurls the ball b


JosephineWinchester .22, bolt action rifle Steel and wood, hammer and trigger, barrel and bullet.Josephine
Older than my father, an ancient himself. Josephine went from my
grandmother's handsto mine.
My grandfather pulled her from the closet, shook the cobwebs from her,
as grandmother fell back to dust.
Handed her to me, told me she was mine. She'd hidden there, behind flannel and denim Since the first tremors shook my grandmother's hands.
Stood on a whitewashed porch, grandmother's mutt dog at our feet sunrise smell cut with the bitter tang of oi
it's gianna
remember
you like to call me and be an asshole
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"It's not the blue-eyed brunettes you should avoid, just the straight girls ..."
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Me: Things can always be worse
Sarah: Until you DIE!
Me: No ... You could die and find out you're going to heaven!
Keep writing!
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Me: Things can always be worse
Sarah: Until you DIE!
Me: No ... You could die and find out you're going to heaven!
*GLOMP* ... Sam can't be mad at me for glomping you because you're nither blind nor deaf
I <3 you!!!!
You can't glomp blind deaf people? I'm pretty much blind if you steal my glasses. By pretty much, I mean completely.
I <3 you MORE!!!
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"It's not the blue-eyed brunettes you should avoid, just the straight girls ..."
I think I also almost glomped a blind lady in the mall or at a store or something like that around her, and that's why she told me I wasn't allowed to glomp blind people.
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