Sunday, January 25, 2009
SHE KNOWS...ABOUT US
I look over Goodale Park from the third floor balcony. There is a chill in the air that bites at my heart. I wrap my robe around me, close against my skin. The wind picks up with no warning as I lick the jealousy off of my lips. I grit my teeth as the chill consumes my whole body. I feel an embrace...
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