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doubleohblondeBond sat on the curb outside the house, a battered, faded polaroid in hand, weeping manly tears of soul deep pain. He didn't understand why she had done it. After all, didn't she have his complete and utter devotion, his loyalty...his love.
Why had she sent him away? Had he done something wrong? Had she tired of him?
Had there been someone else?
He threw back his head and howled a deep cry of sorrow and loss. He howled the name of his lost love.
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Why had she sent him away? Had he done something wrong? Had she tired of him?
Had there been someone else?
He threw back his head and howled a deep cry of sorrow and loss. He howled the name of his lost love.
[Open to anyone who has a reason to be passing by
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Date: 2008-10-11 06:03 pm (UTC)