A WORD TO THE SILENCE
it seems that i alternate between two states exclusively: melancholy and bitchiness
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Day Hundred and Fifty Nine, Sixty AND Sixty One
He bought me dinner. And initiated holding my hand down the street.
Humm....
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