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it’s creepy outside tonight, the noisy kind of wind that almost blows me over as i skip through the alleyway with my laundry basket. our windows rattle, always feels like a big storm. a fire truck is flashing red over on spadina ave, a strobe light for the storm.
he and i ordered vegan pizza from amatao’s for dinner and talked in geometrical ( Read more... )
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