What Olivia? You want me to re-post this entry? *a whip cracks in background*
I have a British lover.
Her name is Olivia.
While her day is ending, mine is just beginning.
I find that odd. very odd.
Makes me think. well, not really.
But even though my day is starting and her day is ending.
We have the same tea bags.
Blows the mind.
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Heart In Hand )