![]() ![]() ![]() But this particular weekend is far from normal. I was introduced to Austin Parker a normal seventeen year old boy who was looking forward to the weekend that was upon him. If you were in my shoes yesterday, you would cry alligator tears too. I’m kind of a sporadically emotional reader. I had tears – big drops, the kind that made me think it wasn’t going to stop flowing and sticky goo running from my nose. I usually have a box of tissues within my reach, but had inconveniently run out yesterday. You know, that woman evangelist whose lashes were heavy and thick with goops of mascara? I kid you not. I look liked Tamara Faye LaValley Bakker Messner. Call my cell phone if you need anything." My fingers are lightning fast as I minimize the screen each time I hear footsteps approaching my door.īoss walks in and says, "I’m going to be away for most of the morning. Perhaps when I'm a bit more sane, I'll write a coherent review. I'm going to clean up my mascara-streaked cheeks and get my shit together. Well, I made it - with three hours left to spare. ![]()
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