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Saturday, July 31st, 2010

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    12:25a
    Greater than any end I'd remembered in nine...
    Greater than any end I'd
    remembered in nine livesGreater than jumping down an elevator shaftI had expected no more
    memories, no more thoughtsWhat end was this?
    The sun is setting–the colors are all rosy, and they make me think of my friend… what would
    her name be here? Something about… ruffles? Ruffles and more rufflesShe was a beautiful
    FlowerThe flowers here are so lifeless and boringThey smell wonderful, thoughSmells are
    the best part of this placeHas Cloud Spinner followed me ladies omega watches again? I don't need a jacketIt's warm
    here–finally!–and I want to feel the air on my skinMaybe she'll think I can't
    hear and she'll go homeShe is so careful with me, but I'm almost grown nowShe can't mother
    me forever
    “Excuse me?” someone says, and I don't know the voice
    I turn to look at her, and I don't know the face, either
    The face in the memory jerked me back to myselfThat was my face! But I didn't remember
    this“I'm new in town and… I think I'm lost
    “Oh! Where are you trying to go? I'll chanel classic bag take youOur car is just back –”
    “No, it's not farI was going for a walk, but now I can't find my way back to Becker Street
    She's a new neighbor–how nice
    “You're very close,” I tell her“It's just around the second corner up that way, but you can cut
    right through this little alley hereIt takes you straight there
    “Could you show me? I'm sorry, what's your name?”
    “Of course! Come with meI'm Petals Open to the Moon, but my family mostly calls me Pet
    Where are you from, Melanie?”
    She chanel bags collection laughs“Do you mean San Diego or the Singing World, Pet?”
    “Either one“There are two Bats on this streetThey live in that
    yellow house with the pine trees
    “I'll have to say hello,” she murmurs, but her voice has changed, tensedShe's looking into the
    dusky alley as though she's expecting to see something
    And there is something thereTwo people, a man and a boyThe boy drags his hand through
    his long black hair like he's nervousMaybe he is worried because he's lost, tooHis pretty eyes
    are wide and black fendi spy excitedThe man is very stillMy heart thumped, but the feeling was peculiar, wrongToo small and… fluttery
    “These are my friends, Pet,” Melanie tells me I stretch my hand out to the man–he's the closest
    He reaches for my hand, and his grip is so strong
    He yanks me forward, right up to his body
    My heart beats faster, and I'm afraidI've never been scared like this before
    His hand swings toward my face, and I gaspI suck in the mist that comes from his handA
    silver cloud that tastes like tiffany co jewelry raspberries

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