We left the car in a gravel depression along the side of the road, loaded our arms with a sleeping back and a cooler, and found a level patch among the ferns and dead trees and baby pines
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1. Sebastian would occasionally brush my hair into my face and then go into something akin to a rapture, cryng, "you're so beautiful i can't even look at you!"
2. he would say with complete honesty and innocence, "you should be a model" or "you have a body like a mermaid"
i choose not to throw away terrible things that i don't want anymore. mostly ugly gifts given to me by my parents. if i throw them out, surely they'll notice and think i don't love them anymore.
if i throw them out, surely when they die i'll be steeped in guilt.
when i listen to the french CD that robert made me or the german cd that sebastian made me i start sobbing because i think the only thing left i have of their love is the music.