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THey held my hands tight, there was no way they were letting me out of there grasp this time. I was too cunning, to smart. They new they had me and they couldn't make any mistakes today. And sadly I knew it, those officers were taking me to the one place I'd avoided for 15 years, prison
It's been a hard night and I feel like I have fire in my belly. Not sure why, guess she's just been an overwhelming day. People everywhere to much talking, to many strange idea's. All to much for simple old me, give me quiet anyday.
I don't like soups. I think they are boring. That's about all I have to say about the word soups. weird word to write about.
She stood at the entrance of the cathedral, frozen. She has dreamt about this day and she never imagined that it would be like this. Scared, nervous, sad, loneliness, all the wrong feelings, she had approximanly 5 mintues to turn around and run. Would she be sent to tell for it. Would he ever forgive her? Her maids were pleading, her father was quietly standing by, not knowing what to do.
She totally seemed up for a chat when I had offered her a drink at the bar. Than much to my dismay, this really buff looking dude strides up right next to her, drops her this ultra pathetic line and the next thing I know, she's gone and with the drink I had just bought her. pfft women these days.
Grinding up and down, she slowly turned around to face him. Was she mad? Maybe she was, who would actually do this for a living? A stupid girl that's for sure, or maybe a smart one. Whoever, she wasn't really sure how a law graduate had become a stripper. A good stripper mind you, but a stripper none the less.
"I don't consider it a necessity", she sighed, but if I had to chose something I needed most in this world it would be shoes". What a strange question to ask a complete stranger. Her answer had made his day and with that she turned away, smiled and decided she needed to buy herself yet another pair of shoes.
Yes I am an Aussie. I'm not going to lie. However I can honestly say that my family paid their way and I am just another immigrant. Us Italians, we go everywhere, reason why? Because Italy is a shit-hole corrupt place to live in. It's the truth. I know this, because I know live here. I gotta say, the food is good though!
The attendant looked at me really strangely, had I said something wrong? I felt that two glasses of water with a hint of milk seemed reasonable. Maybe she didn't. Maybe she was just having a bad day and the last thing she needed was a strange person making weird request.