Story Bones

"What do you mean, you threw it away?" She could hear her pitch elevate
"It wasn't yours to choose whether or not it should stay"
She continued staring, fumes building in her mind

"It was trash," her friend replied, curious at her respite

"It was mine." The last word pitched feverishly high
"That is the last time I let you see anything of mine"

"I'm sorry," the reply devoid of emotion or concern
Though sorry was not what she'd heard

They stared, emptily at each other for a while
Then she stood, shaking off the rage
A few steps was nearly a mile
When he stood up, she stalked away

"You know, this only happens when you don't..." He began
But his words were lost as the front door slammed

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This reminds me of a time I oops'd. 

Still kinda mad at myself for it.


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You oops'd

And throwed away what shan't have been throwed away, huh. I can't wait to see where my brain pan takes this story to.

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thats exactly what I did. :/

Only fragments were salvageable. 

Looking forward to where the story takes you...


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