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Puffin A1 Wed. Afternoon
May. 24th, 2006 06:19 pmAfter my earlier wanderings, I returned to my bunk, and found a postcard on the mattress.
I looked at the picture. Chinese countryside. T'ing. I debated not reading it.
"Dear Tim,
Your mother told me what happened, please write and let me know how things are.
T'ing"
That's it. no Love, no Sincerely, no Your Friend. Just, T'ing. Okay so it's a postcard, how mushy can those things be?
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I looked at the picture. Chinese countryside. T'ing. I debated not reading it.
"Dear Tim,
Your mother told me what happened, please write and let me know how things are.
T'ing"
That's it. no Love, no Sincerely, no Your Friend. Just, T'ing. Okay so it's a postcard, how mushy can those things be?
open for interaction. come prevent the emo outbreak
Puffin A1: Sunday Evening
May. 21st, 2006 09:45 pmI decided not to use my suitcase for this. The Duffel Bag should be fine. It looked like I was the first one to move into this side so I had my pick of alcoves.
"I claim Alcove A1 for Ireland." I muttered, plopping my duffel onto the bed.
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"I claim Alcove A1 for Ireland." I muttered, plopping my duffel onto the bed.
open to all
