What Dead Men Have and Rich Require
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Three. Or one.
I can stare out my window at the glory of nature, but I can't smell the fresh air from the inside.
We have three more days, two of which we won't see each other, and tomorrow's taken up by a wedding.
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