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By musicalduck Date: 2006 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2006.05.21.23.27.4074]] |
| "I'm worried about her." You say to me as we watch her walking across the room. We all have a right to be worried, she is falling apart. I see your eyes follow her with such pity. Or maybe it was longing. I see that grin you get when you talk to her. When was the last time I got that grin? And as she goes to sit, I see you watching her from the corner of your eye. "I'm worried about her too," I say, "She has no idea what she's getting herself into." |