Ahues25
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« on: March 01, 2012, 03:17:44 AM » |
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It was three o clock on a Monday. The hands on the clock in the corner are snakes sneakily stealing the last minutes of the afternoon. I could have swore it was only one. He's sitting across from me texting a friend on a domino of a phone in his huge hands. His fingers are sausages, smashing the keypad in hopes of conversation.
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