Friday, 8 February 2013

His eyes bulged in their sockets, sweat streamed from every pore, tears rolled down his cheeks and he let out an agonised primeval howl followed by some very dramatic panting. He grabbed a jug of water from a neighbouring table and gulped down the contents




1.02am

hello im Kate ...

hi Kate ... 

Im an ogling addict ... 
im a bit housebound and paranoid because of all the people I upset in my climb up the proverbial ... and now they follow me about town and won't talk proper ... so I sit at home watching people um with binoculars ... usually they don't realise what i can see ....  

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I'd never transferred Sam's number to my new phone. When the first text from an unknown number came through, I'd assumed it was Olly. I'd been texting with a man who was funny, clever, on my wavelength. Sam had never been any of those things. But we agreed we should eat anyway as we were there and hungry

oh right she's done the rounds 

this is not football and its not poker either ... 






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