Sunday, November 05, 2006

Scurrilous

She was never so bold as the day she told him off. She said, I can't take this anymore. She said, You are worse than any whore. She said, You make me cry with your fool-around ways, and you make me dread my live-alone days. She took her things and walked down the road. She paused at the corner, then turned and never looked back.

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