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Peep Fiction: The Last Meeting
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We're just makin' stuff up. Saturday, December 18, 2004. The ambient noise of the subway station became a steady roar in his ears. He’s used to it by now. He concentrates on her. Looking down the tracks, he sees her looking at him out of the corner of his eye. She’s thinking something, but as usual he has no idea what it is. She waits for him to look at her again then says,. He thinks you moved here because of me. How perceptive of him. Really . . . Yeah, and he doesn’t like it when I spend time with you.
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Peep Fiction: Boy n' Girl
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We're just makin' stuff up. Wednesday, January 05, 2005. Boy: I love you. Girl: I love you too. Boy: Like, like! Girl: You like me? Boy: You know what I am saying not just like. Girl: You love me. You've said it before, you can't take it back now! Are you ashamed of our love? Actually, these days, I think "like like" has a stronger connotation than "love". Girl: Because I love everyone. Girl: Forget it. I can't have this conversation on the phone. Boy: You are so confusing. I never said I like liked you.
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Peep Fiction: Tuesday Night on the Red Line
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We're just makin' stuff up. Tuesday, February 08, 2005. Tuesday Night on the Red Line. Posted by Stephen K. at 8:32 PM. Soup At Hand My (At) Ass! The following should be spoken in a broken English. Geometry Pt. 1: Third Person Squared (Batter Up). Geometry Pt. 2 : (Run On) Bermuda Triangle. Things Ive said Im gonna blog about (but probabl. Inexplicable items found in the office refrigerato.
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Peep Fiction: Adventures in Internet Conversations or How I Wasted My Saturday Night
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We're just makin' stuff up. Saturday, November 20, 2004. Adventures in Internet Conversations or How I Wasted My Saturday Night. I start playing Civilization III for the third time about 7:00. I've restarted again, because I was losing. If I can't rule the world, then I don't want to play to the end, goddammit! Should I use proper grammar here, does it matter? Just type something dumbass! Full load of fun in my head :) is it fun there? What the hell does that mean? I suck at this. Posted by Stephen K....
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Peep Fiction: It's the Fever Talking
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We're just makin' stuff up. Friday, March 11, 2005. It's the Fever Talking. 102 degrees is what your body's temperature shot to sometime between leaving home to go to the theatre and returning home from the theatre. No wonder you almost passed out. So, you take some more pills, pile every sheet, blanket, and comforter onto your bed, change into your sweats, and bury yourself determined to beat this fever. Posted by Stephen K. at 3:02 AM. Tuesday Night on the Red Line. Soup At Hand My (At) Ass!
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Peep Fiction: all true
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We're just makin' stuff up. Friday, March 11, 2005. He was always thin. Sara had nagged him down to that weight, her son said. He loved her so much, he would have done anything for her. The baby fat that surrounded his face in their wedding picture was nowhere to be found in later photographs. He resembled Norman Rockwell, a sturdy, all-American-type man. The all-American-looking man born in Hungary. He asked her to pass along a message before he left. No You just die. The girl contemplated this. And...
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Peep Fiction: Declaration
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We're just makin' stuff up. Thursday, January 27, 2005. I would like to announce a new phase of phone etiquette. If I don't recognize your phone number, I will still not pick up. But I would appreciate you leaving a message. Even if it's just to say "Sorry. Wrong number.". Posted by Karla at 8:25 AM. Soup At Hand My (At) Ass! The following should be spoken in a broken English. Geometry Pt. 1: Third Person Squared (Batter Up). Geometry Pt. 2 : (Run On) Bermuda Triangle.
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Peep Fiction: Mr. Blackwell's Worst Decorated, 2004
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We're just makin' stuff up. Friday, December 17, 2004. Mr Blackwell's Worst Decorated, 2004. Well darlings, I’ve made my list and checked it twice, and I’ve found far more houses that were naughty than niceHere is this year’s list of Christmust-nots! 2245 N. Sheffield is nothing more than an O’ holy nightmare! Poorly strung lights, giant illuminated teddy bears, and 5 Santas that bark carolsIf this ho-ho-horror was MY only option, I would have slept in the stable, too. We go dashing throughh the NO!
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Peep Fiction: Unfuckingbelievable
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We're just makin' stuff up. Thursday, December 16, 2004. Jay couldn’t believe his luck. His friends couldn’t believe his luck. She’s really gonna go for it? How’d you set that up? Jay demurred with the modestly smug grin of a man who is suddenly the coffee room Alpha male. When pressed though, he had to admit he was just as surprised as the rest of them. Well, I really can’t even remember how it came up. I mean, I know I’ve always thought about it and shitWho hasn’t? So who’s it gonna be? I have a stutter.
