Walking With Demons
And attempting to stay dry.
Words.
Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Your fault.
You made it happen, and I'm so sorry. So, so, so sorry. I didn't mean to...but you made me. I didn't want to kill you.
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