Why I sat on the edge of my bed, wrapped in a towel, while the water ran from cold to hot to cold again, and wept.
Can you?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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2 comments:
It's called hope. I sat on top of a folding table at work and cried to myself.
Errr I think I was asleep.
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