I want you to know that I love you very tenderly.
I am working on something. A change. A split.
It is not in the internet's nature to be patient, I know this.
But I am going to prevail upon you, because I know you understand.
It's only a week, right?
When I look at you square in the eye, I see it: hurricanes and holocausts.
You're the golden girl.
1 comments:
I'm waiting Wigmore. Also, nice reference to "The Philadelphia Story."
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