by Leila Dougan
I spent my entire Saturday on a bridge. I sat in the middle of the bridge and watched the murky water beneath it. I wanted one of those little boats you could place on the one side of the bridge and wait to appear on the other side, unharmed. It was a sturdy bridge, the kind many cross. Not on this particular Saturday thought. It was a cold day. Windy. And I was afraid my paperclips would slide through the slits and disappear into the dirty water forever. I should have sat on the grass.
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Hmmm, quite a dark and Gothic description of your experience! You are definitely Psychopathic Rhodent Material! [Insert Manic Laughter Here]. Just kidding. I have posted a replied to your comment on my letter, and I have completed your request. I must say your favouritism toward my saner group member has left me feeling abandoned, confused and upset. I hope the corrections are all to your liking, O' Wise one who has the marking power!
Disclaimer: Most of what is said here about how "Wraith" feels is not true; it is a simple ploy to get attention. This is a typical move the insane pull to gain affection and acceptance.
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