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[16 Oct 2003|08:52am] |
Zoe appeared in my life all too briefly again last night. She had been out with the girls, and had tripped on her own trousers, bursting a blood vessel in her arm, which she was now holding with a cloth. This did not make her any less attractive. The girl is like a gothic beauty, i tells ye.
There is a curious aspect to Zoe which i'll probably never get to really know. She speaks with such a grand and extensive intellect that i find it very unusual, as if she is in the mind far wiser and older than 26. Maybe this is what makes me so drawn to her. That and the eyes. And the fact she's fucking funny. The point is it frustrates me, the most intriguing person i've ever met, and our meetings are rare, and fleeting.
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