WRONG
We could spend
our whole lives
like this, saying
goodbye at the
airport, promising
not to write
too often. The
weather seemed
written by Raymond
Chandler. It was
so LA. Something you
said was so hard not
to take the wrong
way that I didn't.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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