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bossymarmalade) wrote2002-01-15 08:14 am
bossymarmalade) wrote2002-01-15 08:14 am
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Snowed In.. Chris flipped open his book and tried to read about clothes in the seventeen hundreds, but his eyes kept drifting over to JC who was bent over his book of Picasso paintings.
Heaven in these Eyes.. He could feel the tears still warm upon his cheek as he made his way to the rest room at the stateside gas n munch'.
A Chris-mas Story.. The first call came at ten o'clock, as JC was pulling a pan of snickerdoodles out of the oven.
Blue Christmas.. Justin took the bottle when it was handed to him, and swallowed some of the bitter, warm liquid. He smiled through the sharp bite of the alcohol and handed the bottle to Lance, their fingers slipping together over the slick glass.
Not What I Meant.. It had not been a good morning. So far Chris had stubbed his toe getting out of the shower, cut himself shaving, ripped his favorite non-Fu shirt, and now he was stuck on the roof of a bank.
Heaven in these Eyes.. He could feel the tears still warm upon his cheek as he made his way to the rest room at the stateside gas n munch'.
A Chris-mas Story.. The first call came at ten o'clock, as JC was pulling a pan of snickerdoodles out of the oven.
Blue Christmas.. Justin took the bottle when it was handed to him, and swallowed some of the bitter, warm liquid. He smiled through the sharp bite of the alcohol and handed the bottle to Lance, their fingers slipping together over the slick glass.
Not What I Meant.. It had not been a good morning. So far Chris had stubbed his toe getting out of the shower, cut himself shaving, ripped his favorite non-Fu shirt, and now he was stuck on the roof of a bank.