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a person that you might or might not know. a person that is described to have good music taste or style or is helpful. you might want to find out who?

Posted By Sar On 11.12.2012 @ 12:54 pm

She wanted to adopt me, I think. I had a mother, what I needed was a friend. I kept saying this over and over, telling my friends that she drove me crazy. Really, though, I was lucky to have her. My own mother is nothing good, she’s been a horrible influence on me all my life. I was lucky to have a friend like her who cared so much about me, and wanted nothing but good for me.

Posted By Sar On 02.09.2012 @ 7:03 pm

Markus wasn’t used to dirt walls. Every so often, when he was passing through their quarters, he would brush against the living room wall, and make a face when dirt would sprinkle into his hair.

“Will I ever get used to this?” He murmured to Falon, brushing dirt from the shoulder of his shirt. Falon smiled cheerfully at his husband over his teacup.

“Probably not!”

Posted By Sar On 02.07.2012 @ 6:58 pm

She sat in a chair in the corner of the coffee shop, methodically reattaching the sleeve that had been ripped from her shirt during the last skirmish with her boyfriend. Cursing softly when yet another knot formed, and she yanked the needle free with with her teeth, spitting a thread into her mouth with a sigh.

Posted By Sar On 12.16.2011 @ 1:28 am

Kevin didn’t have a magic wand and couldn’t turn back time to one when he hadn’t screwed up on the bridge again, but he’d have used it if he could. He supposed, in retrospect, that the singing during his shift had been the problem, and disturbed everyone, and that really, the chaos he had caused down in engineering when he’d burst in looking for the still was part of the problem.

Posted By Sar On 03.13.2011 @ 5:36 pm

shoes, tennis, netball, football, car, nice piece of kit, kitkat, money, sweets, choclate, sugar, kit kat club, London, writing, coffee, intellectuals, shares, banking, magazines, johnson

Posted By sar On 11.05.2010 @ 3:09 pm

I AM NOT DOING THIS WORD AGAIN

nope

i did a poem the first time

and the second time i wrote about that poem

so nope, not gunna happen.

Posted By sar On 10.15.2010 @ 8:26 am

call bullies. my phone rings, the number witheld. a feeling of dread grips me. who this time? what torment?

Posted By sar On 05.11.2010 @ 9:48 am

i dont no about eternal . i have not heard this before , I am weak in english . I felt that i could try next time.

Posted By sar On 11.19.2009 @ 1:27 am

one day i arrived at the airport and i was extremely excited because in about 2 hours, I would arrive in Boston. I knew that my aunts, uncles, and cousins would be there and I was very excited to see them again. Also, I knew that my aunt was bringing her new puppy, Baci, to Boston. I simply couldn’t wait

Posted By sar On 12.12.2009 @ 8:13 pm