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the story of chester part 2 |
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and the drama continues .... |
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the next day, chester brought me the poem. i was so happy that i told him i would gladly marry him! he promised to come back the next day to claim his prize. |
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when chester came back, i was there waiting for him. it was then he told me the sad news. |
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chester gasped with delight when he saw me ... but then he started to cry. "oh lovely girl" he said, "i am going to russia to build homes for the homeless for a year. will you wait for me?" so i said i would, of course. and he flew off to russia, in a silk balloon ... |
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i blew kisses at the balloons until they were out of sight. |
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sometimes other customers come in to tim hortons and try to pick me up. i think of chester and glare at them. i say "whatchOO lookin' at??" ... and they generally leave me alone. |
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so now i spend my time taking pictures of myself with the webcam ... thinking of chester and the day he'll return ... |
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whenever i hear a manly, chesterish voice, i peer out the drive-thru window, in the hopes that he is there!!! |
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until chester returns, i will have to keep eating honey crullers, to stave off the sadness. CHOMP! |
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