Damn it.

There is always another time...

Keep the faith, baby. The rum may make you cry more, but it will make the crying go easier too.
 
Not since I lost my brother.

I don't.

I get pissed off instead. Punch things. Shotokan karate, punching bag.

Must be strong and all that, yannow. (add rolled eyes thing here)

I could do that -- but I'd still cry while I was doing it.
 
I'd hug all three of you. Maybe even kiss you all too....


Mebbe....
 
Well, crap! I don't know what to say or what to do. Hugs seem sort of . . . sort of . . . futile, I think is the word I want. Can't really hug, patting you on the back seems insulting and infantile, Jeez, Sarah, I don't know what to do. A backrub or footrub isn't what you need now, either. I could bring you a big hammer and an old car to pound on . . . ?
 
maybe to distract you you , you may want to read dr. Mabeuse's "a good student" story chapter by chapter. It will make you laugh cry , simmmer boil, orgasm cry orgasm cry and orgasm over and over again.
 
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