The end of the BF Saga
Apr. 14, 2002 ] 5:45 PM
So it is. Captain Sarcasto bid his sweetheart farewell, and flew off into the sunrise to do whatever heroes in movies do to prove themselves manly and worthy of the female co-star.

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Piles of paper. Inklings of an introduction. The choice of making two or three critical pieces. Less than 24 hours to hand in a term paper worth 40%. Bug on notebook that refuses to budge its fat ass.

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Bottle of wine half-corked, sitting forlornly in a corner. Appropriately posed, next to the quiet telephone.

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Neat, clean, sheets, nicely pressed and folded. You could bounce a coin on the bed. Nothing like the rumpled mess with a man lying on it with his shod feet hanging off the edge of the bed and a huge toothy grin. Why does that make me cry?

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