thanks to the people in the other car, who blared thier horn and scared him off. i'm okay just shaken, and scratched.
and to the 'gentleman' who thought it was a good idea to try to force me into my car, who scratched my chest and tore my shirt, who broke my necklace and made it hard to breathe... i'm afraid i left some skin under your nails. my apologies.
sure, you ruined my night, but i think i may have ruined your manicure. and for that, i'll surely go to hell.
i hope the police are able to find you, i hate to think of you running the streets with your nails all fucked up.
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Sarah... it sounds awful. Please send a note and tell the rest of the story.
Did you know that NWO posted a blog about your poetry? You should check it out. Ok, it starts off talking about his dick, but then he specifically mentions you.
Smile honey. You ain't alone.
...one thing leads to another. :)
Happy Birthday!!
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