We were on or maybe we were just drunk but either way there seemed to be a good time happening, that's what happens when you get the seventeenth of March off as a paid holiday, you go out drinking the night before.
Toward the end it was just me a blonde from California and her brunette friend. Her name was Kelly and her friend's name was Melissa.
"Tim, you don't say too much do you. But, hey, that's cool" Kelly said.
"I already know my stories. I would rather hear other people's." I said as I realized I had just quoted from my own blog.
fWOT?
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fLike fZelda and fffscott Fitzgerald
was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
was...
1 week ago

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