Tuesday, October 6, 2009


Amber: working

Ben: The shadows that were drawn, past where there was no longer hair save a few strands, fell down and over his eyes, falling and then rounding the sides of his face, down his nose and to where his lips were, keeping them separate and distinguished, pursing outwardly, dry and cracked like an ash white split desert, where everything is deprived and lifeless.

Morgan: bubbles stink.

Rachel: Finally got my car inspected... over two months late. Oops.

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