i'm scared what dan might have seen.
i don't even know what i did.
but this wouldn't be the first time.
so i ignore all of his calls, delete every message.
don't even bother to read them.
i am trying to restart my life.
except the past,
damn, does it like to drag you on your ass.
fights its way back.
but i'm done with all that.
and i need lots of distractions to keep my mind off it all.
tomorrow, a museum, next day; the library; next, shopping mall.
museum goes well, met a will.
he just wanted to lay-me-down, so i let him down.
library goes great, books are always wonderful.
and the librarian, fez, was hilariously entertaining.
did get done some intensive reading.
today it's the mall.
since i don't make a lot of money, window-shopping it is.
buy a cheap coffee to keep my throat warm, of course.
all i can afford.
then i bump into my past.
a part of it anyway.
and that turns my insides to ice fast.
one of the reasons i went away...
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if you didn't get the fez reference, hahahaha, sucks for you... hey, wilmer! and i am back, but ide think anyone was reading this anyway, oh welp.. u should vote for fez tho, like really
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watercolor ⦾ d.c.s. ⦿ book 2
Kurzgeschichten"...it's one thing to just up and leave without rational reason, but it's another for someone to follow her to another country-a total stranger." he thinks a minute. "not total, but sure. it is questionable. well, i came to find out why you kept run...
