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Wednesday, April 5, 2006
This is something I wrote in brit lit when I was supposed to be writing a poem analsys...
Red headed boy with dark rimmed eyes is sitting close to a blond boy with shisder marked cheeks. They look at me as I aproach them. Smile sadly, I do. Red headed boy is a dead ringer for a man I once knew. 'Reincarnation?' I wonder. Perhaps... I reach in ot my bag. "Want some choco, redhead?" I ask, offering a bar. He cautiously takes it.
He murmurs to his friend, "I just had the strangest sense of deja-vu." I smile. Yes, he is a reincarnation. I watch as he breaks off a piece for his friend. They sit so close they might as well be attached at the hip.
I walk a few steps away and lean on a wall. I wathc them share the choco while I remember the hapiness I whared with that man I once knew. Reh headed bnoy is a true dead ringer, but he has found his own happiness. I do not want to disturb that.
I run my hand through my luxurious, scrap of dakness black, straight as a ruler, very long hair. "Goodbye," I whisper to the carbon copy of the man I once loved. And then I walk off.
My friend waits for me by a BBQ restruant. I laugh and wave. She waves back. "Ready for some hot Bufflo wings?" she calls.
"Hell yeah!" I reply. Spicy food always cheers me up. I smile to myself. 'I'm glad you found happiness, redhead. Now it's time for me to find some.'
We enter the restruant. Spicy food might or might not be the path to happiness, but hey! I'll give it a whirl. *********** Like it? I had fun writing it, even if I did get into a bit of trouble... Bye. *vanishes*
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