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.: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 :.
I didn't really mind staring down blue, and quite frankly, i don't think blue minded staring back. But such were the ways when dealing with fussy bastards. Each of us a roads length apart, still too close for comfort. A slight pace kicked up on a whim, breaking the ice of the frozen hell into which we had seemed to settle. Back and forth now, deeper breaths under heavier strain, each of my moves echoed in reverse across the street. Blue couldn't think for itself, it followed my lead, wore my clothes, danced my dance, and stepped on my toes. But such were the ways when dealing with fussy bastards. I didn't really mind staring down blue, and quite frankly, i don't think blue minded staring back.
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