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November 6, 2006

Tanya: Lost

She’d told them that there would be dire consequences if she didn’t get a pony for Christmas. She’d warned them. And then they’d had the nerve to ground her when she threw a tantrum.

Running away would show them, she thought, slipping into Kensington Gardens. She’d run away with Peter and his boys, just like in the storybook. They’d grow old alone, and she’d stay young forever.

She pulled her woolen coat around her and curled up by the famous statue. He’d be along any time now. She stared into the treeline, waiting, as the cold crept into her bones.

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Comments

*Applause*

Very chilling.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at November 6, 2006 12:51 PM · Permalink

I want to cry!

Posted by: Laieanna at November 6, 2006 1:01 PM · Permalink

I'm not gonna, you mean people, you.

Posted by: Stacy at November 6, 2006 1:17 PM · Permalink

Ok, that comment was supposed to be posted above, in response to "Laieanna: Why are half of us picking on children today?"

I.R. L33t.

Posted by: Stacy at November 6, 2006 1:18 PM · Permalink