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werewolf
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a beautiful girl stood outside the train. nothing outrageous or poetic about her, just beautiful, like in the classic way, the life affirming way, the kind of beauty that kept life going through the hard times of history: the hips that were still full after the mongols dragged their loved ones through fire, impatient to find anything hidden or not coarse enough to grab - the wince of gentle painted eyes as rome marched on alexandria, the dappled and glassy lower stomach of carthage that survived the invasion, and the mother love that all civilizations try to capture, seek acceptance from by seduction or force. sam was in the train and strongly felt...considered strongly shouting out "you're beautiful" as the train doors closed. but what if they didn't close he thought, and the idea froze him. as usual they closed, and he sat silently
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magicforest
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I was going to leave that as a "marked" but I realized I wanted to keep this in my list of blathes so that I do not lose it. So now I sacrifice anonymity.
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werewolf
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you're beautiful
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magicforest
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you too
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stork daddy
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"i love you..."
"uhhh....you too"
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magicforest
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"Have a nice day. Figuratively, I mean."
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stork daddy
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take care of yourself. so i don't have to take care of you.
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Casey
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In Rome I was on a train and the most beautiful women I'd ever seen come on the train. She was carying the book "A tale of two cities" in italian, I knew cause the cover was the same as the one I had read. She accidently bumped into me when she got on the train, I said sorry but she never spoke. She was the quietest siren I had ever seen.
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magicforest
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is speechless
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somebody
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often considers telling random_strangers they're beautiful.
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somebody
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never has the courage
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emmi
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the train station was beautiful and deserted with mosaics on the walls. no beauties or uglies around, only me and you and a few old rugged suitcases covered with faded stickers. there was the distant howl of a train and then silence. the early morning sun shone on the sides of our faces while we waited, and tiny sweat droplets were beginning to form on our smiling upper lips.
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jio
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jio
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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