Sunday, November 23, 2014

A PooL of Tears

     His name was Miles and he displayed a confident nature, thinking he was the best looking guy in the room (he was not).  The attraction was dismal at best, the conversation coerced.  Instead of cutting this soon to be disaster off at the knees I would continue in the path of a category five hurricane, causing catastrophic damage, trampling fragile minds and destroying precious lives.

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