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As she watches the storm build she wonders just when it will break. Of course, things are wet already, so what does it matter other than the washing won't dry today. Maybe it would rain that night and she would have an excuse not to go out. Maybe she'd have an excuse not to meet him.
When he calls, she doesn't answer. It's really nothing personal; she won't answer for anyone anymore. And if Mum calls in the middle of the night she would break the phone to pieces and go immediately home.
He questions 'where were you?' and she leaves. The lies keep state with the truth, and she cannot be there anymore. Before the time comes she will run and they may or may not be allowed to follow.
She walks the familiar streets, never changed, avoiding the known smiles and taking the other footpath when they wave; she does not see. Eventually she goes to take her place on the park bench and write the letter that will burn, never posted.
When he calls, she doesn't answer. It's really nothing personal; she won't answer for anyone anymore. And if Mum calls in the middle of the night she would break the phone to pieces and go immediately home.
He questions 'where were you?' and she leaves. The lies keep state with the truth, and she cannot be there anymore. Before the time comes she will run and they may or may not be allowed to follow.
She walks the familiar streets, never changed, avoiding the known smiles and taking the other footpath when they wave; she does not see. Eventually she goes to take her place on the park bench and write the letter that will burn, never posted.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
I was told by =angeljunkie that I should do Ten Days of Honesty thing.
Pick the truths from the lies.
Ignore the tenses.
I was told by =angeljunkie that I should do Ten Days of Honesty thing.
Pick the truths from the lies.
Ignore the tenses.
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Either I'm too dumb, or I'm simply not thinking straight. I really can't "pick the truths from the lies", as you've said. [Sighs] I'm irritated at myself. I can't give a substantial comment without understanding this piece so -- for this moment, I'm leaving with a favorite. I'll come back to this when I finally understand it. I tried putting the bolded words together, taking the first letters of the words and combining them, and came up with nothing. Am I reading too much into this...?
ARGH. I feel so dumb. -.-"
ARGH. I feel so dumb. -.-"