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Subject: .:.Cold Inside.:.


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Zeth
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Date Posted: 17:18:03 01/06/05 Thu

.:.God, how boring life could get. You kept on and on and here it was just lopping continuously. It was like your favorite CD, in a way. You love it no matter how long you listen to the songs- but sooner or later you get fed up of it and have to change it. Granted, it wasn’t as easy to change life. Why was it always the same exact thing? Screw around- get caught. Waste time. Screw around some more. Get caught again. Either he was bad at this screwing around without getting caught bit or his wife was a pro at catching him. But perhaps here he could find a break. Now- it wasn’t that he didn’t love Alicia. He loved all his woman…but. He wasn’t the marrying kind of guy no matter how hard he tried. He got tired of the same old same old..:.


.:.He stormed in, in another of his fits, dray turtleneck noticeably tighter than when he’d put it on. Frustration oozed from his every movement, the insanity of it all outrageous. Why couldn’t he be happy? His black shoes crutched twig and scruple that lay beneath him, the dew snapping off of them at haphazard angles. The frustration in his life was at a high and he not how to escape it except- come home. Perhaps Alice could calm him…she’d don't it before. Breath seeping out raggedly, he called out for her…her name his sole attention. Where might the maiden be?.:.

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