Breakfast Burritos at noon, in the grass. The breeze swirled the leaves amoung us.
Thrifty ice cream from rite aid, was a heavenly treat.. I indulged in cookies and cream, cookie dough. I stole pecans, leaving her with just a buttery cream.. Im beginning to think. she never minds..
Growing accustom to her city.
(Feeling Ivory) A heavy Feather, thats sinks into all I touch..
(New book, Titled homosexuality and civilization by Louis Crompton)...
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