DelusionsWith fingers curled around the heated porcelain, the young woman stared moodily down at the cup of coffee in her sun-darkened hands. Brown upon white, upon brown. Semi-solid steam slid across the surface of the drink before wafting up to brush her hazel bangs. She straightened up, looking imploringly through the moon-brushed glass of the front window and yet he did not come.Delusions
She set her drink down on the polished wood table in front of her, her sigh of impatience echoing through the empty house. Night after night, he would return, some moments before the clock hands were drawn into an upright line. Yet, why now, though the
Left Behind
Progress VI
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Beauty
is not less
for falling
in the breeze
~James Clavell
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Beauty
is not less
for falling
in the breeze
~James Clavell
Me: -
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Riiko:
Night: Riiko-san what are you doing?
Riiko: (now!) ummm thinking of something to get you~
Night: O////O aww thanks. ^^
Riiko: lookie its a big cookie!
Night: where? -looks-
Riiko:
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Beauty
is not less
for falling
in the breeze
~James Clavell
Me: wanna join the stick poking of the sexy idiot ren? XP
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Riiko:
Night: Riiko-san what are you doing?
Riiko: (now!) ummm thinking of something to get you~
Night: O////O aww thanks. ^^
Riiko: lookie its a big cookie!
Night: where? -looks-
Riiko:
Me
--
Beauty
is not less
for falling
in the breeze
~James Clavell
Me: Hmmm..let me think...Nope XP
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Riiko:
Night: Riiko-san what are you doing?
Riiko: (now!) ummm thinking of something to get you~
Night: O////O aww thanks. ^^
Riiko: lookie its a big cookie!
Night: where? -looks-
Riiko:
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