Saturday, October 28, 2006

I pray something picks me up...

We were both talking to our friends, not paying each other any kind of attention when he leaned in and softly swept my fringe away from my eyes, delicately his fingertips touched me skin. "Your fringe was being all arrogant." Startled I didn't move, from my perch in The Old Blue Last. S. gave me the look and I shuck my head, no more from this one.

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