He had promised, remember? I was going to post every day to see my calendar is decent (at least that, come on) and I'm posting here now because it is too late and then ceases to be twenty-two and I do not want that. So I will fast. I promise.
Today (22 January, two thousand nine, remember), I realized that I have hands for flowers. It's that simple. I bought a flower does about twenty days because he wanted to take responsibility and, well, he's dying. And it's a real shame, because it was really nice. I do solemnly swear. CHTML
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