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Saturday, March 26, 2005

: Midas

He's proud, sure he is. He won't admit it, but he knows. He wouldn't be half of what he is now if not for that man. His father never healed him, no, his touch was far too rough for such things, but it fixed him, and more than once it did. He's too proud, is what he is. Never could accept his weaknesses. But we'll see. He'll be the first to cry at the old man's funeral. Take my word for it.
# posted by i.d. @ 3:51 pm ::


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