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Thursday, July 15, 2004

   no more procrastinating
i have put of my works for long enough and as my brother has so kindly put it, "i need to get off my ass and down to thing." so here you all go. it is not much but it is the next bit of my story that i have done. hope you like it.

I watched her carefully as we walked home. There seemed to be something different about her, something almost distant. She paid no attention to the streets and did not complain as I led her through some alleys. I figured that she was still a little scared by the group in the bar. There did seem to be something off about them but they did not seem to be a threat. Besides if they were they would have stopped us, or even followed us out. I dropped her off at her home and left when I was sure she was inside. The night being only part way early I decided to head back out. I was still wide-awake and wanted some adventure. I decided to explore the older parts of town now that I had no one to stop me. It took little time to arrive at my destination seeing as how I tool the bark ways and short cuts the whole way. I had heard that the older part of town was just an area for the bums and a few rich snobs that had refused t move into the newer more fashionable part of town. I had been here only once before when I was little. It looked much more run down now. Time had defiantly taken its toll here. I walked about looking at all of the run down buildings and the crumbling mansions. I laughed at the past as I stopped at one of the creepier mansions. “I remember how we used to thing these old houses were haunted,” I said more to the wind then anything else. “Oh’ but some of them are,” came a male voice from behind me.
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