I think they’re gone for the moment. I did feel a twinge of remorse; I am pretty sure she was a single mom with four kids and three nights ago she had to find a new place to live because of me.
I thought there would have been more of a fight, more drama, more effort to be extended.
But knock on wood, I got off easy.
My umbrella smells like hickory smoke; something having to do with grilling a roast and seemingly never ending rain. The sun was out when I started and I wasn’t comfortable with letting the roast sit in the frig any more days.
The trouble with people thinking you’re a know-it-all is that people expect you to know it all.
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...
2 weeks ago

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