My mind isn’t blank. Rather, it is going over everything that is important to me at the moment. Despite that, time seems to pass by without my knowl...dge, and somehow, my mind comes back to reality a bit before my attention is required. I tried thinking about this particular state, but thinking about it makes it difficult to get into that state, and it sets up a vicious circle. Instead, I just accept it and enjoy it. I have a feeling that while I’m doing all this thinking, the collar might be. He has sandy dirty blond hair and a goatee.Now that you have an idea what we look like here is what happened to me. One weekend we had Ted and Elizabeth over the house. We had a few drinks and were up working up a thirst for more. Liz and Ted brought a game over the house. It was a game called Passes up. Passes Up is a game that no one actually can win. You go and roll the dice, then you land on a space and it tells you to pick a card. The cards say different things on them. I hadn’t a clue. He gave a whoosh and hit the ground. His face had turned a pale and sickly white. She tried to force the keys out of his hand, but he held them tightly.He reached for her.She gave him a hard kick on the side of the head and heard him groan. She started running back up the road. She could hear Joe cursing her loudly.She followed the path for as long as she dared and then she went into the brush once more. She heard a car. She had jumped into the bushes just in time. The car came up the path. It. Rachel’s stomach fluttered. ‘Hi,’ Rachel greeted in a raspy voice. Casey wrinkled his forehead. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘I’m fine now. Thank you for asking.’ ‘That’s good to hear. I hope to see you at my party tonight.’ Rachel smiled. Casey was so sweet. ‘I’ll be there.’ Rachel turned to rummage through the closet. She frowned, nothing good to wear. All of her clothes were so boring. Jeans, t-shirts and sweaters, nothing pretty. She chose a pair of newer jeans and her nicest sweater. It wasn’t much,.