She went everywhere with a basket filled daily with a fresh blueberry muffin. It's either that or cigarettes, she said. I am only strong enough for a life of partial virtue.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Anticipation
I like this part best. It's like buying white peaches at the store in the summer time. and then you bite in. And then the juice dribbles down your chin. And then it's gone. That's why I like this part best...it isn't gone yet.
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