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Wish you met Friday, Saturday or Sunday when I can be in town. Would love to get involved.
 
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, not even a sharp knife, but a dull one from that set of cheap knives you received as a wedding gift in a faux wooden block; the one you told yourself you'd replace, but in the end, forgot about because your husband ran off with another man, that kind of knife.

I was in a back alley in Fiji, fighting desperately and silently for my life, fighting desperately for oxygen, clawing at the calm and almost gentle pressure of the fabric held over my face by implacable, ebony thighs when I realized -- he was killing me softly with his sarong.

"Hmm . . ." thought Abigail as she gazed languidly from the veranda past the bright white patio to the cerulean sea beyond, where dolphins played and seagulls sang, where splashing surf sounded like the tintinnabulation of a thousand tiny bells, where great gray whales bellowed and the sunlight sparkled off the myriad of sequins on the flyfish's bow ties, "time to get my meds checked."

Dorothy had reasons to be nervous: a young girl alone in a strange land, traveling with three weird, insecure males badly in need of psychiatric help; she tucked her feet under her skirt to keep the night's chill (and lewd stares) away and made sure one more time that the gun was secured in her yet-to-develop bosom.

Bill swore the affair had ended, but Louise knew he was lying, after discovering Tupperware containers under the seat of his car, which were not the off-brand containers that she bought to save money, but authentic, burpable, lidded Tupperware; and she knew he would see that woman again, because unlike the flimsy, fake containers that should always be recycled responsibly, real Tupperware must be returned to its rightful owner.
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The tension was so great that I accidentally farted when I walked in the room. You could see everyone's eyes looking my way, as if I had done something they themselves had not done. I looked over in the corner and saw this cute girl that I had banged in the back of my truck, was she still mad at me for stealing her wallet?

I eased over to the table and started pouring myself a cup of juice when all of a sudden I saw it, there it was, right in front of me. I tried to whirl around and get out of the room before he saw me. Exiting by my old class mates, I excused myself and prayed I would be able to make it to my truck, but it was too late.

He grabed me from behind and started crying and asked me to give him another chance. Over and over again, he kept saying,"just give me one more chance."

Was I being unreasonable? I told him, "look you little midget bastard, the old days are over, you will just have to find another job."

Yet he pleaded with me for almost an hour, I honestly felt he had matured since the last time I saw him hanging from a pole next to the road. OK,OK, only this time do it right or I swear by every thing I hold dear to me, one more episode of you flashing crows in my field will result in your immediate termination..

He assured me he would never do this again, that is when I knew, I had finally found my perfect scare crow. :idontno:
 
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Hey, Ya"ll!! Summer is almost over. I enjoyed a thread in the forum about how to write ya'll, y'all or all ya'll or whatever. The one using quote marks was a favorite. Let us know when a gathering will occur. See you guys.
 
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