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APH - JOYAPH - JOY
In the field, she felt another raindrop land on her nose.
It brought back those memories.
It had been years, and she only just managed to forget about them.
Above the girl in the field, was a stretching mass of misty darkness with the faint glimmer of early stars coming out. It was nearing sunset, if there was a wonderful sun with reaching rays of light in the sky. She had been out there for a couple of hours, in a field becoming so wet and olive green from an earlier drizzle it was beginning to stain her knee-boots and dress skirt. Her knees, she knew, would be dappled in dull hues of brown and green where the boots didn’t cover.
No umbrella to protect her from the approaching rain fall.
He was gone. No one to protect her joy. It had run out like the sand in an hourglass.
The train came to a screeching halt on the tracks. He still remained before her, yet was forcing himself to step away. She felt his arms, fro
APH - Halloween TroublesAPH - HALLOWEEN TROUBLES
“I am not entirely sure what has gotten into Alfred. First moment the boy’s screeching at me to go purchase a good Halloween costume for him and the next he’s trying to destroy some part of it with the Crayola markers Matthew gave him for his birthday.”
Across from Arthur, who had finished speaking, stood Francis icing a chocolate cake with orange icing. It appeared as if his good but sometimes rather irritating friend had not heard him and simply continued to place intricate and vibrant swirls on the baked good’s surface.
The cake was Francis’s creation, of course. A cake that was homemade, no box but a recipe passed down in the Frenchman’s family; it was just at the right texture of being moist, no egg shells and cooled down just enough to apply frosting made fresh. Arthur’s own cake was a crumbling, terribly burnt creature, in Francis’s opinion, thrown in the trashcan with a watere
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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