| Subject: looking striaght into the eyes she once loved she realized |
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Apollonia
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Date Posted: 21:58:57 02/01/03 Sat
In reply to:
Mike
's message, "he leans back in his chair, with no good look on his face" on 16:49:35 01/28/03 Tue
she hated the bastard. Hate was not powerful enough. Dred. Yes, she dreded him. He scared her, she knew behind his mock-innocents was all of his frailty. Murder was his weekness. He would kill just to prove himself brutal. He was a stupid ass who had no clue the extent of what he had done. Not just to his family, his friends, or her, to humanity. He had destroyed all wishes of hope in thier lives. As far as his influence reached, that's how far he had spread his weekness. Spread Death. And now she had the
opportunity to destroy everthing that he stood for, all the fake morality and pretend concern. And she laughed, outloud, at his serious look, at his look as if he were punishing her for a gift he had been given. But it was a gift that he did not have to take. "Fuck you Mikey, Fuck you." she suprised herself with her death wish. "You gonna have me put to sleep now? That's the true way ain't it Mikey, off your girl and your kid. You are the most yellow bellied bastard i've ever had the misfortune to meet Some day the law, an enemy, or god will get you. And I will laugh." she said this cooley, as if she didn't give a shit if she lived or died. "Fuck you..." she faded, dazing "Fuck you....." she grabbed her stuff and walked out thinking
I have no where to run, he will get me, he won't stop trying
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