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Thursday, October 29, 2009

unfinished (passing thought)

...anxiety settled in the crease of her brow. She sat like a war time Jew in silent suffering, waiting for the phone to ring; life or death on the other line--fate hanging in the balance. She fights hard the urge to abort present because future could become quite grim...
Posted by Charene Carrington at 10/29/2009 11:02:00 AM
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1 comment:

Precious said...

Please finish this SHIT!!!

January 22, 2010 at 12:00 PM

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