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There was a time when I called her my future, now she’s my past and I can never call her again.
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Posted 3 months ago
Witty use of the word “call.” Man, this experiment sure has taken off.
awww.. I have to sequel this! LoA
YES ! It lives!!! Lets keep this going!Great sequel btw.
Very good sequel! Perhaps we go to the tragedy now?
Very good sequel!
Perhaps we go to the tragedy now?
That was the most brilliant line so far.
oooh. love it!!!! very nice indeed.
I love the use of the word “call.” Nice cyclical line; very nice.
yes, i agree, best line so far.
I also agree!
Wow, excellent! So much story for so few characters. :]
Posted 2 months ago
I wonder what happened to the girl.
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... but what do we call the future? Maybe it is what we will never know.
A sequel to Expiremental Ficlet No. 21
Spitting distance from London
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Published on July 06, 2008.
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