For the past few days, I have been having uncertain feelings when I walk on the side walk round the corner of my house. Like as if there were somebody there, waiting for me. Today, I finally saw her. she was half bent, watching her shoes stir in the circling leaves. With eyes of tireless curiosity she stood there in the late night. I realized she was my new neighbour. Surprisingly, she identified me as the "fireman" due to the smell of kerosene (my "perfume") oh wells. her name was Clarisse McClellan.
a strange and odd encounter, a stranger who dared to walk up and talk to me
she claims she was seventeen, and CRAZY. who on earth would call themselves crazy?
good god.
asking me to look up at the moon to find a man up there is simply ridiculous.
however ridiculous, i find it rather interesting.
who would have noticed dews on the morning grass or bill boards which grew from the past from 20 ft to 200 ft long!?!
some knowledge in her huh..
doesn't she have anything better to do?
....i wonder if she reads....
am i happy?
gahh lets just go to bed
she is always on my mind... i cant seem to forget that slender body of hers.
that fair skin and innocent eyes
has she always been there waiting for me?
arising
9:51 PM
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Guy Montag
male
sweet 30
attached
loyal fireman for 10 years
love the world like the way it is
kerosene is my favourite perfume
172 cm tall 67 kg
WISHLIST
+ Burn more books
+ promoted to captain by 5 years
+ get a new parlor wall = mildred will stop bugging me
+ meet that special girl more often
+ remove all anti government
