it’s nights like this that i wish i had never gone. never smelled the salt air or viewed the turquoise houses. hadn’t found that mexican restaurant or heard the seagulls. intoxicated tonight with such a fierce punch. must have ate a tiger for dinner. all i can think of is going back. you and i to just crawl away from this crap routine and play in sand. bittersweet awakening.
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July 1, 2003waiting for this wedding is like christmas times a billion. milk and cookies left out for a month or so more.
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