they were children, we were wolves.

[heaven_smile]

My parents aren't home. They left for the weekend to visit my dying grandparents. They know I don't like going there. That burnt out town is like a graveyard. I feel like I'll cease to exist if I stay there for too long. They know I don't like going, but they asked if I wanted to anyway. Because it's Easter weekend. I said no. I savor having the

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[ayn_l_semen]

i sent you a letter. it won't be the last. bring your eyebrows to chicago this summer.