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So how about we make a story about anything we choose. If I start the story, the next user will continue where I left off, and so on. Any one want to see how far we can go?


"If I close my eyes, and breathe in the scent of the sea, I can still remember that long day ago."

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long day ago, sitting alone in the lighthouse upon them rocks.

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missing someone living very far, yet very close to me...in my heart...

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My bad habit of texting was the reason he left, I don't blame him really...

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I remember the quiet conversation, watching the colours of the sunset play with those of the water, listening to she sound of the waves, feeling caressed by the soft warm breeze..

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their eyes met then their lips until... beep beep,
"Wait honey I gotta get this text."

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He was a junior member of the Romney Breeders Association.  He received twenty plus texts an hour, usually inquiries from customers purchasing lambs.  She knew what she was getting into when she took the initiative and texted him out last breeding season, but she liked him.

(oh yeah, my junior star is shining)

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Even with his rainbow colored hair and sunburned skin, she goes for the personality not their inability to apply sunblock or regular hair pieces.

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It was love on her part but how long could he take all of her quirky habits.
She did this really weird thing all the time...

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He: "You actually put up with a lot, I know."

She [smiling, but averting her eyes]: Though you ignore me in favour of your job, I know you have the best intentions. Well, intentions anyway."

They walk, barefooted, along the beach, holding hands. In his left hand, his beloved Blackberry, the red light in the upper right hand corner pulsing. He squeezes the black rectangle, the sweat from his palm leaving traces. He is glad he bothered to buy one of those cases for his beloved..er, for his instrument.

He:  "Mind if we stop in the cafe? I have to use the facilities."

She: "Me too. Maybe we have milkshakes?"

As they walk, she sighs audibly. In this moment, she is content. He may be the one. She pushes away the thoughts creeping in, knowing better but at the moment, tossing caution into the undulating sea.

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Along with her caution she yearned to thorw he phone in the sea as well. The damned blinking of the phones little light kept bothering her. If he did not have that phone, he could focus more on me, she thought. Reacting she reached over and snatched the phone out of his hand and ran toward the sea. Behind her, she could hear him calling her, he was running after her.  

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But the story doesn't end there...

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She forgot how exhilarating it could be to run on sand, the wind in her hair, the sun scalding the top of her head. He soon fell behind, the distance between them no longer measurable in strides.

And his voice, calling to her, returned to him unanswered. His shoulders fell forward, in mock defeat. Let her run, he thought. It had been hours since he'd had room to breathe. He lit a half-smoked cigarette, inhaling deeply, then drew one hand up to block the sun from his squinting eyes. For a moment, she had vanished but then he saw her, the flap of her dress waving like a flag of surrender. Like an old t-shirt on the clothesline at the horizon. He watched for a moment, then lowered his hand. Let her run.

He leaned one foot on a boulder, then decided to sit, his back against the big rock, out of the wind. He reached into his man purse, slowly drawing out the wicked new blackberry.

Smiling, he scrolled until he found the horoscope app, then entered four simple words: is she the one?

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like the magic mirror on the wall, his black berry responded

She is the fairest one of all but in the end she'll prefer the call or text as the case may be.
So you my friend you seek true loves kiss but I'm afraid there will only be a bitter painful end.