December 2009
6 posts
Listen to the fruit.
Dear Hilary,
We are too young to be (and or this) bitter.
Love,
Me.
Mrs. Langhorne's got my back.
The following is a dialogue between my room-mate and I (who I throughly enjoy) as I ventured downstairs (one of a hand full of times today in order to heat up apple sauce).
Emily: How are you feeling?
Me: I think that I’m feeling better…it’s kind of hard to say at this point but I think I sound worse than I feel if that makes sense.
*I turn to go up the stairs*
Me: Well,...
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