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    dots Submission Name: Tears of a Clown- part 4dots

    Author: wilted_flower
    ASL Info:    22 f uk
    Elite Ratio:    2.94 - 42/56/28
    Words: 366
    Class/Type: Story/Depressed
    Total Views: 751
    Average Vote:    5.0000
    Bytes: 1860

       Well heres the fourth part, hope you all enjoy it. Fleur xxx

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    dotsTears of a Clown- part 4dots

    Sat on the edge of the bath she heard the front door open, grabbing a towel she wrapped it hurriedly around herself and ran into her bedroom; pulling her make up bag out of the drawer she unceremoniously tipped its contents onto her bed before reaching for the nearest foundation, she squirted the thick liquid onto her hands and started to rub it onto her face. “Lilly, you up there?” She rubbed it faster, he couldn’t see her face like this, he’d kill her. “Just coming! Give me a sec!” she shouted as she dragged a long sleeve t-shirt over her head and ripped a pair of jeans over her red legs. Standing up Lilly looked at her reflection in the mirror, she’d do, she’d have to; painting a smile on her face for the second time that day she walked out of the room and made for the kitchen.
    Standing in the kitchen Tom fiddled with the tea bags, it had been a long day at work and he was looking forward to seeing Lilly, he hoped that she’d had a better day than he had. He prayed it had been a good day with no fresh cuts or bruises, at least she’d answered when he had shouted her, that meant that she was here and alive. Tom had been a psychiatrist before he met Lilly, she had gone to him as a patient and some how a relationship had blossomed, she needed him and Tom liked to be needed. In the end he had had to give up everything just so he could be with her, but it felt like it had been worth it. Now he worked in a call centre, just a regular 9-5 job, when he moved in with her he sold his leafy suburban bachelor bad to pay for this city centre ground floor flat and for a new psychiatrist to help Lilly. Standing there he listened to the footsteps descending the poorly carpeted stairs and raked a hand through his slowly receding hair; at thirty five he was ten years Lilly’s senior, and right now he was beginning to feel it

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       pretty good , I liked it as well as the others , you really should turn it into a story , it would be a good selling book , I know that I will buy it ^_^
    | Posted on 2007-03-26 00:00:00 | by Squall Leon Hea | [ Reply to This ]

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