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05-27-08|
5:10 pm
I once wondered when I would finally write this girl; sex, coffee, cigarettes. And now I have. Only the girl quit smoking. The story line has run out. That's it then, isn't it? You can't always hold all the strings. Something will always slip. In loving, I have lost many things, a trade I didn't know about until it was too late. The rest of my life still exists. |