I stand in the foyer of my apartment staring at a sea of broken glass. Every wine glass I own, the glass top of my coffee table, the table from behind the couch, the front of picture frames. Anything easily shattered, I've broken. It still doesn't feel like enough. I grab the phone book off of the side table and launch it at the plate glass sliding
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And second, this is just glorious. It captures a horrible moment. And what blows my mind is just how similar Kate and Audra are. When you have a little time, poke me on gchat. I want to tell you something I don't want to put on LJ.
But yeah, we're into July. Time for Kate to come back home. We'll try to patch the broken back up.
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And have pinged you already =).
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And congratulations again! Have a hell of a time this weekend!
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And now Kate truly begins to understand :)
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