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surprise, surprise...
okay. um, I guess I'll see you all tomarrow.
the story: not the English major eccentrics, not the music
devotees, not the psycho velvet smokers
but my brother is driving.
hoh, boy.
(laughing)
and I guess he's not charging. no, really. all he wants is for me to buy
him dinner. fair 'nuph.
he's quite crazy.
he sorta likes Over the Rhine.
okay: the description, lest anyone want to grab our arms in the crowd,
propose on one knee, and begin planning life on a vermont farm raising
emus...
me: short, red hair. probably wearing something floor length
and velvet. grinning ecstatically and periodically swooning.
Melvis: long, dark hair. spritely face. thin. she'll be in a
lah lah lah state, smiling quietly. most likely wearing
jeans and a trippy sweater--unless she stops by my closet
first.
Rossbarth: well, his face'll look like mine. big, big smirk.
almond shaped blue eyes. short blond hair. muscular. he'll
be wearing something trendy for a college boy. oblivious.
of the artsy, arm-chair poetic, faggot types?
guage it yourself, darling.
yours,
lynz.
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