He wears English Leather. It is an old man’s cologne, but on him the scent is so distracting. He is quiet and unassuming, but I would not call him shy. I feel his eyes upon me when he believes me unaware. He will not approach me for I am his benefactor- a free [...]

Posted on February 27th, 2006 by Zsallia
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Pennsylvania, April, 2005 CE
She wasn’t looking at me, but was sitting back in her chair with her hands clasped behind her head and her bare feet up on the coffee table, staring out the window. I turned her words over and over in my head, but there simply wasn’t any way to avoid what she’d [...]

Posted on February 13th, 2006 by Zsallia
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Pennsylvania, April, 2005 CE
She woke me up the next morning some time after sunrise. She was already dressed and told me if I didn’t shower and come downstairs soon I’d miss breakfast.
When I got downstairs she seemed cool, distant. She was making pancakes, eggs, and bacon, puttering around and humming absent-mindedly. She insisted I sit [...]

Posted on January 27th, 2006 by Zsallia
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What follows is the recounting of a conversation told not by me, but by my companion. I will admit to finding some of his characterizations mildly irksome.
-ZM

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Ann Arbor, March 2005
I stared at her, waiting for her to continue, but she just stared at [...]

Posted on January 9th, 2006 by Zsallia
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There are many things I am grateful for, but I give true thanks for this.

Posted on November 24th, 2005 by Zsallia
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