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A Very Temporary Arrangement

None of this is permanent, I trust you understand ..
We therefore,
need to call a halt, to certain matters which have
somehow come to hand ..
It seems, there is no point in us pretending anymore
and wouldn’t it be foolish
to deny we ever even happened .. Since that would
be more than just a crime,
it would surely border on a sin .. So maybe we just
need to call this whole thing off ..
Before there is the slightest chance we might fall in love ..

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I'll call it an intriguing write mate!..............................................................Jim

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Neville

that'll do nicely sir Jim :)Β 

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Neville

that sure feels good to me :)Β 

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sparrowsong

Hello Neville...

I know a lot of people who would run...

Some would fly...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Neville

I know a lot like that too .. thank you for sticking by me and for all the support you give my very dear sparrowsong :)Β 

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