Rainy Sunday Afternoons
Monday, December 8, 2014
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It was all so dramatic: the tales of your past and your apprehensions for the future. In between insincere kisses I listened and hoped you knew that while I may play dumb for the sake of joke, darling, I’ll leave before the punchline.
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