I left and Turpin's leaving.
I'm really going to miss her this time.
I always like to keep her around to protect me from street toughs, and now I just don't know how I'm going to get about the city.
This is the emotional threshold for my blog, so you'd better appreciate it.
I don't enjoy appearing weak in front of people.
It's no way to galvanize a dictatorship.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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1 comment:
I just deleted the comment unnecessarily.
I have your Alexis on Fire shirt.She who shall not be named left it in my capable hands.When you are back in the city let me know and I'll run it up to you.
Mags.
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