Monday, May 23, 2011

I buy the ticket to Tenerife.

And I feel terrible.

I don't know what I'm going to tell Sevario, but I tell Henry I'm coming.

Lydia glares at me.

It's August, already everything ending--everything.

If I've never known what I'm doing, I know less now.

Then I get the phone call.

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