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Saving Mick St. John
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Is anyone else going to boycott CBS? Because I sure am.
The producers of Moonlight are such idiots (right now)! They kick off a great show to add 5 more stupid, disgusting, clueless shows! I will miss Moonlight so much! I am even getting a cat this weekend and I'm going to name him Mick!!! All in honor of what used to be!
Am I the only one that wants to boycott CBS so that they can bring our Mick St. John back! Add a comment and tell me if you want to boycott or not!
Join my friends and I (who love Mick St. John) to get Moonlight Back!
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“Ouch!” last night I was out to long and by the time I came home I was exhausted so I just slept on my mattress that laid on the floor.
I woke to the waves crashing onto the shore and the sun light touching my eyes. Not realizing I was on the edge of my bed, I stretched and landed on the cold floor to my two room apartment.
I got off the floor grabbing my silk bathrobe that was sitting on top of the box next to my mattress. I walked over to my living room windows and opened the shades up to reveal a beautiful ocean. The sky was clear all for one little cloud hanging in the sky. I opened my window and a big gust of the ocean breezed whipped around me and threw my apartment. I smiled and walked to my other windows doing the same to all four of them. Then I turned around and faced all my stuff sitting in the middle of my living room floor. I sighed and walked over to the boxes that said “Kitchen Stuff.”
Before I started anything I needed to have a cup of coffee and some breakfast. As I sat on my stool in the middle of my kitchen with a pad of paper lying on the island counter I thought...
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I was half asleep half awake lying on my stomach. I could feel Jason’s cold fingers slowly moving up and down my bare back. He was humming a lullaby but I didn’t know what it was.
“Do you still want to know my secret?” he asked in a soothing tone. It didn’t help that his voice so soft that it made it harder to stay awake. “Sure.” I said moving closer to him.
“I’ve none you before you were born.” He paused a second. Probably to make sure I wasn’t going to freak out. “I was friends with your mother before you were even born before your mother met your father. I met her when she was your age. We were friends till she realized I wasn’t ageing. She asked and begged me why I wasn’t but I just told her it was her imagination, but she was right I wasn’t aging.” I didn’t really understand what he was saying but that could have been because I was half asleep but I never really understood what he was saying most of the time.
“I finally decided I had to tell her because one day she was going to be old and wrinkly and I was still going to be in my twenties, well by what people saw me as, in reality I was some where in my nineties. Do you...
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