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Previous - this entry written on 2001-07-28 at 4:08 p.m. - Next So I'm tired. Hiding downstairs to avoid a bridal shower. Listening to Caleb, Kadin, Eamon, and a fellow named Paul talking about RPGs in the next room. Hearing "Sucking chest wound" repeatedly, followed by "Body Modification" and "Mike just might" - mike in question being the storyteller for the Crucible live-action game. Gah. I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and I'm starving. I was up at 9:30 am (fell asleep around 7:00 am) to make tea sandwiches. Didn't get to eat them. I am VERY hungry again. Kadin... hm. I brought the boy to the edge today. Had him staring over it, fucking him, watching the torment in his eyes and learning his body. He's so quiet when he cums, it's as if it doesn't exist outside his own head. Silent. Eyes screwed shut, lips clenched, his head turned away. He denies it. *shrug* I'll teach him otherwise soon enough. Just need somewhere where noise is ok. I'm tempted to go out, grab a soda, hunt for food... I feel like a whale today, though. I don't WANT to eat even though my body is screaming at me that I NEED to eat - I hate this sensation. Ah, well. Survival. I can survive.
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