novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- we've got it all worked out the plans are made it must have a disease, this small engine. it rattles at stoplights and i try my best not to feel like bad luck is constantly calling my name the worst things float to the surface easily--they are what you remember and what you have to get through in order to clean the bowl.
why does my cat kill my houseplants?
i found the bird, i told myself as he wound himself around my ankles. smoking and cleaning the oven while listening to her on the telephone. there is a bus ride there is a litterbox there is a school in the near future, and quite possibly heart burn. (almost always heart burn. i love the phrase it sounds like the aftermath of a terribly consuming crush) and what do i find so reassuring about julia roberts movies? 1:33 am - 05.13.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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