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Date Posted: 23:35:09 08/10/04 Tue
Author: Colin Black
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Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find
So perhaps I should leave here
Yeah, yeah go far away
But you know that theres no where that I'd rather be than with you here


For once, he was almost on time - seemed punctuality was something he could follow if he was so inclined. It was only a little after seven that he was knocking at her door and then taking a small step back to wait - their reservation weren't unitl 8:30 anyway, and it wouldn't take them much more than a half hour to get to the classy restaurant in town. He was actually taking this seriously - she was dressing up, he knew, so he wanted to be sure he looked good enough to be seen at her side. Plus, she had looked so excited and he knew that he had never really taken her out before - it was almost like they were easing back into things, but maybe something different this time. A charcoal grey pinstriped suit fit perfectly to his frame - obviously bought and tailored specificially for him - and the color such that his eyes, though soft and excited were still red-rimmed with dark circles beneath, had changed to a grey-green to match. His free hand slipped into a pocket - the other holding a fitting bouquet of soft pink roses - and his head tipped back a touch as he shifted from one foot to the other, the top couple buttons of his stark white shirt undone...

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