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(Playfully flirty.  She knows he’s up to something, but not sure what)

Him: Pictures of you? Pictures of me? Hung upon your wall for the world to see?

Her:  What’s so bad about that? (PAUSE) What?

Him:  (With a smile) Nothing.

Her:  What are you thinking? (pause, mock frustration)
Uuuhhhg! I hate when you do that.  Say it.

Him:  I didn’t know we’d gotten to “pictures on the wall” stage.

Her:  I happen to be in love with you.

Him:  I thought leaving a toothbrush here was a big step…

Her:  You are such a butt.

Him:  Change of clothes here… you’ve got a key to my place…

Her:  Uh-huh

Him:  Hope your Dad doesn’t find out.

Her:  Shut up.

Him:  (a beat) Next thing, I’ll have my own drawer in the dresser, you’ll buy me some shampoo, I’ll ask you to marry me, we’ll have cook-outs and invite friends over

Her:  What did you just say?

Him:  We’ll have cook-outs.

Her:  BEFORE that. (pause pause pause, now teary) Oh my God… Josh?

Him:  Hey…

Her:  Are you serious right now!?

Him:  I’ve never been more serious.

Her:  Oh my God… Josh!

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McHenry Avenue next to Barnes and Noble and at Yates Jewelers dotcom

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Random Quote:

“A baby was born and a candle was lit.

The illumination that added to the brilliance of existence acquired the characteristics of humanity.
It too would strive for a purpose as the taunting winds of life seemed to hinder its external cause.
A little boy was staring up at the heavens in awe and wonder, and the candle with its extending and questioning flame, stretched toward the abode of God in defiance, its doubts to remain forever unanswered in a world of dormancy.
As happiness enveloped the boy in a protective shell, the flame danced and trembled with excitement, inspired by the winds of mockery.
A young man, his mind filled with stirring ideas, set out to conquer the world.
The candle set out in rebellion against darkness, with wild hisses and mounting expectations, and the melting wax of years piled like sediment in the foundation of a life.
Yet the young man had not a smile on his face, but resembled a sketch which had captured a moment of sadness, and the flame, burning away priceless years, let hundreds of years escape over its brim of light.
An old man, whose face was etched with the lines of toil, struggle, and emptiness, let his mind wander back to his moments of marvel, of delusions, of past and forgotten happiness, and many unquestionable aims, and his frail body which had wrinkled with the creases of emotion, trembled, and one lonely forsaken tear fell, shuddering down his cracked cheek.
His eyes closed, yet a faint smile seemed to suggest contentment, and as the whisper of God breathed softly a message of simple finality, the flame, with one last groping of anguish rose towards the sky, and then sank back into oblivion.

“

- Douglas Burdon

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