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The Way of Some Flesh Part 2

What in the world did that mean? Join what? Who? Amelia sat in the floor, her back against the door. She stared at the paper, not knowing what to do next. The wind picked up and she heard its whistle outside. She began to cry.
The morning brought quiet and reason. Two sleeping pills had finally allowed her some semblance of sleep. Only after convincing herself that the zombie man had been a horrible joke by someone trying to scare her was she finally able to drift off. At first, there was no one she could think of that would d

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Not Good EnoughNever good enough. The silence tells me so. Yes, cleaning is lax; yes, weight could be lost; yes, perfection is nowhere near me. But...have I ever been cherished? Have I ever been loved as unconditionally as I have loved? I don't think so. Struggling to pull myself above the waters of sadness, fresh currents pull me under, and instead of being rescued, I am pushed down. Do you know how many nights I've cried myself to sleep? I doubt it. Would you care if I said anything? I doubt it. Your unhappiness with me is obvious, and yet Not Good Enough
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Recantation Part 2
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RecantationDetective Mitch Walker was used to being alone. Preferred it, in fact. His apartment was stark-one chair and table in the living room, his kitchen had two barstools at the counter, and his bedroom had his bed and night stand. His only real vice, aside from probably working himself to an early grave, was books. He had bookshelves everywhere in his apartment. His dining room had been lined with shelves, and his living room had shelves where his couch used to be. The bedroom had shelves too, and all were filled to capacity. His brother had said that he lived like a mon Recantation
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My CryListening, but never heard But where does that fault lie Ear bent down to hear the purge Of those who need to cry
None to notice pain that's hidden Deep within the core Shown to who? Who cares to see? What lies behind that door.
All the light is given out And only dark remains The quiet still of silence Holds all the peace and pain.
Alone, and sometimes lonely A touch craved but never felt A call, if given, falls unaswered This is the hand that's dealt. My Cry
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Guess What??!!

Thu Jun 11, 2009, 10:19 PM

I'm going back to Vegas, baby!!! Yep; it's confirmed, an Avon trip, but: 1) staying at the Paris (w00t, no clowns) and 2) only for a few days. Hubby & kid won't get to go this time, so I'm glad I won't be gone longer. It'll be August 9th - 12th, over my birthday (August 10th in case anyone wants to send a card).

I'm sure it'll be a boring trip; you know how the saying goes "What happens in Vegas winds up on YouTube before your ass gets home" (or something like that)

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