the problemwhich was
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AzToTheRescue The arsehole formally known as Az The S slur,
Wed 5 Feb 2003, 4:40,
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which waswhy over the past number of years he had to have intensive therapy to try to cure him of him phobia of kittens. His therapist was disguseted when he told her..."Kittens? you? afraid? kittens?"
"It's just kittens, I can handle cats"
The therapy wasn't working, he felt he was being judged, as he drifted into a fitful sleep full of self loathing and hidden meanings, one image loomed in his mind, he muttered "No...hands..."
("It's just kittens, I can handle cats"
The therapy wasn't working, he felt he was being judged, as he drifted into a fitful sleep full of self loathing and hidden meanings, one image loomed in his mind, he muttered "No...hands..."
Roxy_Hart is so so old,
Wed 5 Feb 2003, 8:45,
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"No.... Hands...."which woke him with a start and made him hide in the cupboard by the door until he deemed it was safe to leave. Later that night...
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MrHaze likes to poo,
Wed 5 Feb 2003, 15:04,
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Later that nightwhen it was dark inside the cupboard and out
( Ijon Tichy,
Wed 5 Feb 2003, 15:23,
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Later that night. . .he was wakened by a noise, whiskery slight, on the cusp of conscious, scratching against the panes. Terror seeped movement from him. . .
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Wed 5 Feb 2003, 15:30,
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from himthat caused the cupboard to rock and rattle. Disturbed the noises stopped and then right beside his ear, suddenly...
( Ijon Tichy,
Wed 5 Feb 2003, 15:40,
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ear, suddenlysomeone was whispering his name, as it had been whispered many times before. But this time the whisper had a different, harsher sound to it. a sound which reminded him
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Or is it?,
Thu 6 Feb 2003, 5:29,
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