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22.08.2005 - 12:49 We're on a break. The woman of my dreams and I. It's official. She announced it this morning. Like reading about professional football players' contracts the day before they get signed, we've agreed, in kind, to take a break. The actual terms of the agreement are to be finalized at a later date. Since it's football, most of the contracts in the National Football League carry a loophole that will let them cut a player at any time. That's why our tentative "break" is akin to a football contract. Was this inevitable? I mean, really? I feel sick. Tunnel vision is consuming me. I forget about it and then I remember what happened an hour ago, and I feel terrible again: nauseous and debilitated, waiting for the loophole to open the trap door under my feet. < tangent >* San Francisco 49ers offensive lineman Thomas Herrion died as he walked off the field of a preseason game against the Denver Broncos in Denver, Colorado this past Saturday. He collapsed dead near his locker. He was 23 years old. Coroners cannot determine the reason he passed away at this time. It is deemed a freak accident. while he was 6'3" and three hundred ten pounds, he was in typical physical form for an offensive lineman and showed no signs of being ill in any case. < /tangent > I'm 23. Maybe he died of a broken heart. Maybe I'm about to. < /uniting of story elements > . . . . . .. .. * Thank you, dear, for this cyber-literary tool.
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