Wednesday, July 1, 2009


...and brushed away a few strands of hair from her face. I checked one more time to see if she was back on Planet Earth yet. Nada. She was still on whatever time continuum that the cannabis had originally deposited her on.

Sighing, I knew what I had to do. It didn't make it any easier for me knowing that it was the right thing to do. But yet, I still hesitated in doing it. Why? Maybe because I still respected her first as a person and secondly as a very beautiful woman that can still make the head turn in the male species.
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