oh well...
I try to spell correctly... that gotta count for something...
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Thar we were, when the door opened... the light was very painful... I tried to protect my angel , I tried... I failed...
He came in and brushed me aside like a bag of rags!
I could feel him... he was a large man... with the feeling of rotten cloth at his arm.
As soon as I got back to my feet, he was gone,,, and so was my angel!
The door slamming shut and her cries for me were the last thing /i heard for what must have a been a full day.
What happed next /i will have to wait...
good bye!
2 comments:
Hay you spell better than me and I did not have stroke. Dont be hard on youer slef and youer doing good by the way I enjoy youer stuff.
neat! i have to be gentile with my self i guess. i just hate not being able to spell... oh well
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