"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
i see a website
as in
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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