Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Bloor Line, engrossed.

Caucasian woman, mid 50s, with short brown hair, loosely curled, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white turtleneck sweater under a bright red coat, a sparkling Xmas tree decorating her collar.

H.R.H., Danielle Steel (Dell)

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After that, he just sat with his arms around her, thinking about everything she'd said, trying to understand and absorb it, and realize what it meant for them. This was a terrible fate for them both, she was destined to be the lonely princess forever. And he the young doctor with the broken heart.
Her mother had driven the twelve hours to take her home, the phone bill a record of just how often she hadn't studied for her classes.

1 comment:

Val said...

BTW, are you the same person that used to be called "Joots" over at backwash.com?

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