Wednesday, June 11, 2008

The Day My Universe Died.

She was not naive. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her design was crafty and detailed. Her plan was executed with accuracy and precision. Even the temperature was factored into her equation. I found an old, crumpled note on the dresser that read, “You are no match! You lost the minute the sperm hit the egg." I am unsure of the context.

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