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I�m waiting on a call from Brandon. It feels like sticky syrup and Ive only had 3 hours of sleep. Rain pours out side and wind gusts through the window. I�m short on money. And there is this tight tingle in between my legs from the memory of last night. The memory that m,akes me soar.. smile, fly in thought. Straight from an erotica book, or so it seemed... it all ended up perfectly.. at least the way my fantasy filled head wanted it to be.
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Sunday, Apr. 29, 2007
11:18 p.m.
11:18 p.m.