What does that remind you of?
The All My Faults
...with her carton of apple juice and gourmet potato chips.
You deserve better.
A novel in text messages.
He recognizes things for what they are,
and he's teaching creative writing next semester!
Soft sun around here.
Printer ink and guitar strings...
Hiawatha-style yoga
I've programmed a computer or two in my day.
Can we drop this stuff off at the car?
(I'd like to soleil her moon fries.)
Dude, you're rich!
