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It was June 13th, Friday the Thirteenth to be exact, and I was tucked warm in my bed. Suddenly a deep voice called my name and awoke me from my slumber. It was 4 a.m., still dark outside and I knew I must be dreaming some kind of horrible dream. But then it was there again asking me to get dressed and come outside with him. Was he crazy? Yes. "Get real" I replied but soon I was ripped from my bed, from my comfort zone. Without thinking I found myself in my pjs out in his car driving through the darkness out past civilization. I wondered what my kidnapper was planning. It couldn't possibly be too horrible because he had given me some hot chocolate--as if that would make up from robbing me of sleep. As the car headed off the road to the top of a hill I saw our destination. There were flowers and a blanket. We sat out in the dark morning watching the sun rise. I had mentioned once before to him that I had never seen the sun rise, not knowing of the insanity that it was cause him later. I thought to myself that I had better be careful with what I told this one. He was a little more dangerous than the rest and a little more attractive. In fact he knew me better than I even knew myself. I should keep up my guard, but then he asked me the one question that I could not say no to. . . .
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Did you see what they did to poor Megan. After shoving a pie in her face they dumped a cooler of water on her. At least she laughed afterword. It was a great party.
I only got 1 picture with my camera so it's great to see others.
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