To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Dear Zorak,

I do not have your stupid skateboard.

You probably left it at home, or something, because I know for sure that I do NOT have it.

Why don't I have it?

Because the last time I touched the thing I nearly died, and once again you thought it was funny, just like that time in the tree in your back yard.

Anyways.

I don't have your skateboard. Did you check in your mess of a closet?

Your Friend,

Lucas

Posted by Lucas Wylder at 10:06 AM 4 .spoke.

4 Comments:

Luke,

checked my closet this evening, I'm sure I lended it to you last. Check your closet!

Zor

By  M.S, at May 20, 2007 at 11:56 PM  

Draw him a picture of his skateboard. Cut it out, make it stand up by itself. Then say 'dude! I found your board!'

Or something.

By  Nadia Ravenswick, at May 21, 2007 at 12:12 AM  

Zor - I really don't have it!

Lady - I don't think that'll fly, thanks though.

By  Lucas Wylder, at May 21, 2007 at 12:14 AM  

Meh, was worth a try.

By  Nadia Ravenswick, at May 21, 2007 at 1:32 AM  

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