The storie you never tell…

Sometimes at parties you see close friends (pals, buddies, love)… and they’ll say something and they’ll look at each other, but no one says anything (inside joke, huh?).  No one has to, if you know you know, if you don’t… well you don’t need to.  It’s the storie that doesn’t get told.  And parts of it are usually funny (sarcasm, slapstick, funnie cause it’s true), but parts are scarie (terror, ladybugs, fear itself) too, or sad (mimes, tears).

This is my storie… (elipsis, yada yada yada, story)

… and if you know you, you know.
And if you don’t, well you don’t need to (top secret, classified, Eyes Only).

Those of you who know me though, noticed that I was away from my keyboard for an entire twenty-four hours and I appreciate that, but I’m back (connected, wired).

Kisses! (Osculatation, Smooch, Buss)

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About SleepieBear

Opinions are my own. Facts are poorly checked. (Unless cited.) Use your brains.
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