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2003-02-26 - 4:38 p.m. 2003 B-Day Well, I think I am getting too old for all this shit now. Yup, it's my birthday... I am old enough to both be able to legally get alcohol poisoning and smart enough to know not to. And, I just want to say...  Why, thank you Heero. You're such a nice guy. The grass was so sharp as it scraped against his cheeks almost romantically. The summer sun was so warm, it only made him feel extra happy that afternoon.
He lifted himself slightly on his elbows and stared at his moped. His Vespa, gleaming in the sun against the shine of the river. His beautiful machine, on which some girl was sitting.
She, with tousled short hair and breezy peach sundress, was staring out at the city across the river, seemingly unaware she was sitting on someone else precious property. She was not concerned with such things, apparently.
He walked over to her and his moped, uncertain as to tell her to get off of it, when she turned to him, and her eyes, as sharp as the bluest eyes, where turned to him. Eh... what ever... Isn't he just the cutest? The Past - Guestbook - The Future, Too |