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It's a chair. It's a chair in the corner of the room; the window looks out onto the streets of the city of Tharsis. Not the best neighborhood and not the worst.
Just Tharsis.
The chair is empty; the apartment's empty. There's nothing left, or at least nothing to personally identify the woman who lives here.
Lived here.
Except she left the blown-glass fish. Stupid, isn't it?
I gave her that. She used to sit there on that chair in front of that window, the fish and a vase with a rose in it right there on the sill and I'll never forget the first time I saw her sitting in that chair: I was in pretty goddamn bad shape and she took me in and bandaged me up and took care of me and I thought she sang like a mermaid and mermaids needed fish for company and as soon as I could, I got her that little glass sculpture.
Damn. I guess she really did mean to leave. To leave me. To leave me behind.
That really sucks.

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It's a chair. It's a chair in the corner of the room; the window looks out onto the streets of the city of Tharsis. Not the best neighborhood and not the worst.
Just Tharsis.
The chair is empty; the apartment's empty. There's nothing left, or at least nothing to personally identify the woman who lives here.
Lived here.
Except she left the blown-glass fish. Stupid, isn't it?
I gave her that. She used to sit there on that chair in front of that window, the fish and a vase with a rose in it right there on the sill and I'll never forget the first time I saw her sitting in that chair: I was in pretty goddamn bad shape and she took me in and bandaged me up and took care of me and I thought she sang like a mermaid and mermaids needed fish for company and as soon as I could, I got her that little glass sculpture.
Damn. I guess she really did mean to leave. To leave me. To leave me behind.
That really sucks.
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Date: 2006-05-12 12:59 pm (UTC)well ,it'sj just if yo uwrite the stuff liek you're writing these things orwritign sirius then i won't believe it if someone just borrows it form the libraryadn the nsrugs and neve looks for it again. it's not liek iwantthe whoe lworld to know yo uadn eveyroen who isn't itnerested isstupid, it's just i don't know. its' lek youetiher have cheap kids chocolate that tasstes liek nothign or you have nestle or whatevery our favouritei s that you charlie did his annual bit of wonka chocolate. right?
adn lately ther'ssome publishers who seem to be almsot nervosu withtheir whoel pow-wow aboutthe fantastic new series they discoved and dont' GET ME STARTED (yet again) on the 'this is reminescent of jkr' nonsense. yeah. blahblahblah. i'm lookign for astory yo uknow and idotn' give a fuck if it loks liekan lotr clone, if it's captivating it's captivating. iema nhp is full of clechays and headdesk moments but forthe first for voluem at least you're havign fu nforals logn as the book lasts. COntrary to some particualr authors who lie kjsut seme to wantto show yo uhow much they know adn how much morethey read about myths than you adn stick their tongue out whe nyo udont' get it.
ha!