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another story piece from Van Gogh's Ear...that voice...
...that voice...with its lilting southern drawl oozing from the corner of his thick lips, that voice
that once soothed her, excited her, now frightened her with an intensity she had never known.
He spoke softly, nearly inaudible, but brushed his words by her ear in one swift breeze. "Where do you think
you're going?" he crooned.
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poetjpb
on December 22, 2003 at 5:05 PM
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