I sit here. The candles are smoking (who lights candles for a party?) and the shadows are dancing. I wish people just weren’t so silly. I mean, really. Girls whispering secrets about thongs and flowers. Boys placing bets on sports and girls. It is too much. It really doesn’t take much to overwhelm me these [...]
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Daily Archives Saturday, February 2009
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You show up at the party. Yes, I have avoided you somehow through most of the week. As if you are only a ghost, a memory of some parallel universe I no longer have to contend with. But then you are here. Along with everyone else. I feel the air thicken. It doesn’t, of course; [...]
