The Party

May 21, 2009
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Good party, all these people, some I hardly recognize, still they are here, who am I to harbor grudges, odd though.

She’s pretty, who would have thought, such a plain child.

I wish they would be quiet, then they could hear me knocking and shouting, after all nobody really wishes to be buried alive.

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