Wednesday, January 12, 2005

 
One time Gerry and I went out for pizza.
Gerry was sad because he and his gal Friday were all broke up and he was very much broken up over it. I'd seen Gerry bad before, but never in such a state.
Gerry dreaded the idea that they may not ever talk again.
He dread this idea, because despite his somewhat petulant displays of attitude, he was in fact in love with this girl.

The future looked bleak for the two of them and Gerry could barely eat any pizza.
I consoled him and told him someday things'd be alright between him and his lady love.

That woman was Holly Sampson and now you know the rest of the story.

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