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Sunday, July 31, 2011

I knew this girl...

She was a pretender.

I am usually a good judge of character but she played me. She figured out fast to appeal to my "teacher side" to feign admiration,  and ask advice. She seemed all sweetness and light but she was really dark sticky shadows.

I still bump into her name and her tweets. And I am rather mesmerized, like wondering about a train wreck or a calamitous couple. It is hard to shake her- perhaps I keep hoping to validate something, answer some question.

I hear about her in passing- always from someone gravely disappointed or shocked.

and I wonder when she will run out of marks.