I have decided we are in need of a new category, Emily Stories Hee hee
We'll start nice and light, most of these, I'm sure will be excerpts of conversations.
Me: The blue truck is still here, that's odd.
Emily: Yeah, I know, I saw it when I was living.
Now, one would think perhaps she meant leaving, they sound kinda the same - but noooo....
Me: are you dead?
Emily: Oops, I meant walking
(probably the worst part is that this conversation was on aim - where she had to type it, and thus, one would expect, think about it a little more!)
(Original Post)
Silly
I can’t remember my father crying for her. Perhaps he did when I was not
looking. Perhaps the others saw him – because I don’t know how you can hide
a gr...
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