"Suche gut gebauten 18-30 jährigen zum schlachten...“ - Der Metzgermeister

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Today has been rather strange.
Considering today was my last full day at college with Ashleigh and Shelly - it didn't really feel like it.

I didn't see Ashleigh until after Photography - but Shelly and I could see her through the window in the Mac room. She looks so cute when she's concentrating. I was sat watching her paint for a few minutes. She really frowns and sucks her cheeks.

I asked Shelly not to sit with me during the Photography lesson though - I wanted to get an hour's worth of solid sketchbook completed.
So I listened to Spieluhr on repeat and I got around 9 pages completed during the lesson.
Shelly kept stroking my hair every time she walked past me to go to the printer.

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My memory stick is broken.
My PC said it needed to be formatted - so I thought fuck it - as I had everything that was saved on it backed up on Mr. Maxtor anyway.
But it then said it couldn't complete the format - and now every time I put it in my PC - all I have to do is click on it once, highlight it, right click - or interact with it in some way - MY WHOLE PC FREEZES.

And the Macs didn't even recognise it today.
I guess I'm going to have to buy a memory stick for next year.
Oh broken Logitech mp3 player - you have served me well.

If Mr. Maxtor broke - I would seriously cry.
EVERYTHING I've ever made/written/accomplished is saved on him.

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Today was the last day that the three of us walked into town together.
I even said as I was pushing Ashleigh through the car park: "Ash, this'll be the last time I push you to town..."
It felt really weird saying that to her.

We first stopped off at Boots.
I'd asked Shelly if she'd pay for my cherry flavour lubricant. I was too embarrased to pay for it myself.
Ashleigh actually considered doing it, for the crack of it - but then she bottled it.

The fact she was sat infront of me watching me squirm about it made me blush more.
"I'm not going red..." - I mumbled - which made her laugh more.
Sadistic cow.

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I wanted to taste it afterwards - but there was a blockage in the pump.
After a while, Shelly managed to clear it - but that left her with a big handful of excess that had just exploded out once she'd fixed the pump.

She smeared it across my face - a little bit even going in my hair.
This was infront of Ashleigh as well - consider.
Embarrassing... Yet, slightly arousing.

Even Ashleigh wanted to taste it.
It's like Cherry Drops - but twice as strong. It smells like them too.
The flavour is REALLY strong - it blows your head off. But it's really sweet.
And sugar free, too!

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We went back up to the art rooms once we'd eaten.
Ashleigh showed me her paintings.
They were pretty mint indeed. But of course, I expect nothing less from Ashleigh.

After Ash had gone to B block - Shelly and I stayed in the art rooms, working on our sketchooks.
I managed to get mine finished off about 10 minutes before B block started.
We didn't talk much - but we did discuss a few of our photos together.

It was odd - even though we weren't touching or barely speaking - I felt special just having Shelly sat beside me.

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