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by jinn

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he saw her as, he wasn’t quite sure…a threat? his world was safe, secure, sure.. all he wanted was conversation and a little lovin sometime,,,,, she messed that up…stupid woman,, everything started like he planned.. she was fun..witty..smart. she messed it up!!! she loves me?? nonsense,,, he was “born to be wild” had been alone for years… now he couldn’t sleep, eat, think, his thoughts were about her when he rode through the night…..she called him a jackrabbit…. he didn’t run… not fast anyway…

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Average Reader Rating: 4.0 stars out of 5

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    SKermitgorf's Buddy Icon SKermitgorf

    Posted about 1 year ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    i liked the e.e. cummings style, like thoughts running throught his head. something diffrent in style wtg

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