http://slow.writerscafe.org/moviebuff15 The original writings of author Sarah W. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084874 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Martin had been in love, once he thought. Numbers of times women had been on love with him- zero, not including the time at age four a cherubic blonde chased him around the playground telling her Mommy, “I wanna kiss de boy wif da spot.’It had been before his medication dosage had been r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moviebuff15/1316871/ Nutcase.Angela stared at the response to her Ask.com post.Hearing voices. No doubt some Schizophrenic or drug addict. Didn’t matter. They were all the same to her.She had met one, a nutcase that is. Not just seen them walking down the street and jabbering to themselves (though that had happene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moviebuff15/1316868/ From that moment on, IT followed Vic everywhere. 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