

AtTheEndofTheWater'sEdge[David is leaning on the red metal railing at the overlook point. Waves can be heard smashing violently against the bleak, worn concrete wall. Damien comes up from behind him, approaching uncertainly. He stops some distance away.]AtTheEndofTheWater'sEdge
David: I can hear you're there, you know.
(Pause. Damien comes closer.)
David: You're breathing really loudly.
(Damien shifts uncomfortably)
David: You don't have to say anything.
Damien: But...
(David whips round to look at Damien angrily.)
David: No! I don't want you to say anything. You'll spoil it all Damien,
Much appreciated
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We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
It was an enjoyable read.
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Word of the month for 07/08: rivel: (v.) to wrinkle or shrivel.
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I may not be perfect, but Jesus thinks I'm to die for.
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Word of the month for 07/08: rivel: (v.) to wrinkle or shrivel.
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08 FEB 2005
I loved the amount of humor you were able to display within a short-short story.
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Word of the month for 07/08: rivel: (v.) to wrinkle or shrivel.
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Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.
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Word of the month for 07/08: rivel: (v.) to wrinkle or shrivel.
Ticktock!
Tankee!
I wasn't going to let switching accounts keep me from reading your stuff.
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Word of the month for 07/08: rivel: (v.) to wrinkle or shrivel.
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