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Socialphobic
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I am now up to an average of 2 posts a day!!!
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car wash cunt
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*claps*
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Socialphobic
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that was dumb, say goodbye post!
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Socialphobic
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*whispers* somebody has to say it
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Just Hook it to My Veins!
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Socialphobic
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Apocalyptic Poster
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i'd warn you and shit, but nevermind. we're all doomed to post here forever.
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Socialphobic
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Socialphobic
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Dear Desi,
Why do you hide from me? from, -- Colin |
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Apocalyptic Poster
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Dear jczeroman,
what the fuck? your name is Colin? that's my brother's name and his birthday is today. oh yeah he doesn't like me much since i moved away. i'm sure wheni call him today he'll hang up on me like a dickhead. LOL HAPPY DAY ;AKADLFJ and what do you mean 'hiding'? signed, desi |
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Socialphobic
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Dear Desi,
Why yes, my name is Colin, I hope your brother pronounces it correctly (not like the other word for "asshole"). By hiding I mean that you keep your presence on netphoria a secret. It makes me feel isolated and confused, it throws my very identity into question. How old is your brother? from, Colin |
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Apocalyptic Poster
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No, he does not pronounce it like Colon Cancer. He pronounces it the pleasant way. I'm just not on the active users list, that's all. Everyone knows I'm here because I'm posting. I don't lurk otherwise. Don't be confused. My brother is 16 today. Signed, Desi |
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Socialphobic
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Dear Desi,
What a good lad he seems to be, I hope he is a nice boy. I'm so glad we could work this out. I feel much better now. thanks, Colin |
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Apocalyptic Poster
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Dear Colin,
Colin is a little fucker who thinks he's black. And if you've ever seen a picture of me, you'll know how ridiculous that is. Regardless, he's my brother. I worry about him, in that "I want to kick some sense into your ass" way. askljf I'm glad we worked this out too. I feel much better. Sincerely, Desi |
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Socialphobic
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Dear Desi,
How does one spell your full name? I would rather use that if you don't mind. I'm sorry your bro is thug life, I was not aware that there were such sentements in Canada. If it makes you feel better, my brother john is a cowboy. He is 16, drives a big truck, wears all the cowboy gear, sips beers, sleeps with slutty women, and goes to rodeos. Maybe they could hang out and knock some sense into each other. with hope, Colin |
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My full (first) name is Désirée. I don't mind if you use it. My brother lives in Las Vegas with the rest of the family. Thug life is pretty big there. I'm sorry than your brother is a cowboy... that must be tough. Good luck with getting him to snap out of it. I'm not sure what would happen if our brothers hung out together, but I'm afraid to even imagine. good luck, Désirée |
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Socialphobic
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Dear Désirée,
I figure he will just drink himself to submission someday. I hope he isn't doing drugs though. Good luck with your brother, nevada is a crazy place for young folks. Have a good day, I think I will be going back to work now. It was good to talk with you. sincerely, Colin |
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Immortal
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Opening the door to the restaurant, I stepped quickly in out of the cold.
"Oh, hi," I said warmly as I noticed the new woman behind the counter. Ohgoddontlook,ohgoddontlookdown I could hear my mind repeating as my eyes took in how beautiful she was. "You're new," I said lamely, as I finally gave in and let my eyes travel down her body. Her voice pulled my attention back to her face, and I looked up shyly catching her mischievious grin. Did she know? "What is it you want?" she said, making my brow furrow at the unfamiliar phrasing. "Oh," I smirked back at her broadly, feeling myself growing braver as the warmth of the restaurant made me relax more. Standing up a little straighter, I made my own breasts thrust out slightly - the thought of her breasts making longing stir within me. "What I want, probably isn't on the menu." I felt my cheeks blush at the corniness of my phrase, and lowered my gaze quickly to cover my embarrasement. My eyes moved back to her breasts, studying them hungrily before turning down to look at the menu in my hands. She must be a D at least? I wondered. My mouth turned dry, at the thought of their weight in my hands. "But a combination rice would be nice." She took my order, and wandered off back to the kitchen. My eyes followed her as I turned to take a chair and wait. Boredly I glanced round the rest of the restaurant - there was only one couple here. The man was chatting on his phone, the woman looked bored senseless. I hoped she had the sense to make this a last date. The waitress came back, and smiled at me timidly as she noticed my gaze following her. "This is my third day here." I smiled warmly at her, shyly excited by her attempt to make conversation. "Do you like it?" I asked, letting the question imply anything as I stood and moved closer to the counter and her. She shrugged slightly, making my eyes get drawn downwards again. A fierce longing to reach out and stroke a nail tip softly down her collarbone filled me. Was her breathing faster? I looked up as she raised a hand and brushed a strand of hair back from her face. "You should call me," I said as I looked down at my hands, fumbling madly in my purse for a card. Handing it to her we both turned, startled slightly as a bell chimed softly in the **********. Giggling quietly, her cheeks slightly blushed she withdrew quickly to the kitchen - leaving me hungrily watching. Returning, she held out the bag to me with my order, and I leaned closer to her as I realised she was talking to me "...you asked me out?" Her back was to the restaurant, and I nodded my head as I stepped closer to her using my body to shield the view from the door window. One hand reached for my dinner as I lowered my gaze, and watched my other hand reach up slowly. Ever so gently I brushed my palm and fingers against the outside of her breast, feeling its gentle swell. Hearing her surprised sharp intake of breath I looked up quickly to her lips, the sound sending a wave of pleasure through me. I let my hand drop away just as quickly, my eyes searching hers letting her see my longing still as I whispered softly "Call me" before turning to leave. Outside I laughed to myself softly as I realised I never did find out her name. |
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