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The two of them didn't really 'do' Christmas; Donna mailed presents to her sister's family (that Sasha signed the cards for as well), left a message on her father's voicemail, thought about calling her mother and didn't. She wore red, cooked a full lunch and dinner, and then put the leftovers in tupperware and sent Sasha out to drop them off for ( Read more... )

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Donna was born in Texas, and after that everything started dying, like things do. The photographs remember her in kneesocks and blonde dye, small and skewing out of frame and smiling so hard it has to hurt and probably did, but these days she lights cigarettes and takes her glasses off so she can't see through the smoke to recollect. It's childish ( Read more... )

i love it how she breathes booze in the morning man it's so sexy how she can't remember last night i made the fatal mistake of letting her drink again but who the hell am i to tell her how to live her life and if you could put dumb in a shotglass i'm just another lush who's had one too many in me and we please don't have enough i see you stand ( Read more... )