I'm sitting in my own living room, and I feel so out of sorts. I've been on the verge of something devastating since I began counting the mile markers for Charlotte. I walk these familiar halls, these familiar roads, and I only breathe the air of the summer we claimed and the town we loved. I woke up this morning, so anxious and excited to lay eyes
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That was a hella good phone conversation, though. Listen up, even though I have some (corner) pieces to my puzzle here, I cant fucking wait to find the one that fits again.
AKA! I cant wait to have sex with you.
Love,
Laura G. Bullard
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