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Tuesday, June 14, 2005

The shag carpet looks like mincemeat to her. She softly laughs, holding her tears in check. Talking on the phone and watching TV, she neglects the conversation. Murmuring disagreement instead of pity, she realises that that particular friend is over.
She doesn't really care tonight.
That was pretty.
It's such a shame you can't come to the gig, Franny dearest. But don't you (ok I) fret, I'm sure there will be another one. Have a nice time honey xx
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