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BabblingTurtle — A hell... tech difficulties... by-nd
Published: 2010-09-14 00:16:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 120; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 0
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Description      Tear drops fall lightly in the rain of that day. No one person could see the difference, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. The wind itself was a chill sent deep into my soul, pushing me further to the edge. I brushed my face and walked to fourth period to guitar class. I stood there composing myself before I walked in.
     I had known all summer this inevitable tragedy was unfolding. It was actually probably better now that she was gone, as horrible and hideously uncaring as that may sound. Through all of this self-sacrifice bologna I was telling myself, I would miss her.
     I walked to my seat and kept remembering pieces of memories strung together.
     "Alright Cody, Its time to go home" said a gentle voice with a sharp hoarse wheeze to it from cigarettes. "Your mother is waiting for you."
     "But Aunt Jo, I don't want to go home yet."
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Amailleia [2010-09-14 23:17:45 +0000 UTC]

gotta h8 teh tech

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BabblingTurtle In reply to Amailleia [2010-09-21 19:32:12 +0000 UTC]

Just a lil bit....

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