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[Sep. 3rd, 2010|11:48 am] |
Our children are gone, Erik. It's an odd feeling, since we haven't had them yet anyways.
But I miss them. I can't feel their spirits anymore, and I was so used to just quickly searching for them and seeing them shine so brightly.
Am I strange for feeling this way? |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2010|03:07 pm] |
NO! It's not fair! |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2010|08:53 pm] |
You know, I wish interns wouldn't throw the organs around. Spleen in my hair isn't so sexy. (Granted, I kicked their asses out, but that's a smell you don't ever forget.) |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2010|08:56 pm] |
I've forgotten what it feels like to be off of the market. I missed it. But I refuse to compromise, and I only find women I truly love once every five hundred years or so. I'm truly blessed. |
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