Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sick of the Dark
I am sorry, but I haven't read. She just hates when I do that. She is in knots right now. She is also in the middle of the night. I am not the cute paper and ribbon book of subjects. I never have told. I can't.
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