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Month: January 2004

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Posted on January 29, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Conrado left the following comment for my entry on Saturday, January 17: !!! You’re the man KZ !!! Remember thataru. And in response, Francisco had this to say: This is the end my friends. the last blog entry from kz any of us will read for a long time. Here’s why. you see, our friend…

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The Tie That Binds

Posted on January 17, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you,” she said to me. We had just met, after all, and already she was sharing thoughts with me that you’d normally save for good friends. It’s funny how open you can be with a total stranger once you learn that you two share a common loss….

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Joy Observed

Posted on January 10, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Well, I did it again. I spent another late night chilling with friends when what I should have been doing was finishing my law school applications. I’m already two weeks past my personal deadline, after all. But hell, you know what? I honestly believe that there was no better way to spend my time tonight….

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Bill Door nodded. Of course there had been a mistake. Anyone could see there had been a mistake. He tossed the overalls in a corner and took up the robe of absolute blackness. Well, it had been an experience. And, he had to admit, one that he didn't want to relive. He felt as though a huge weight had been removed. Was that what it was like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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