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letters to lovers

to past and present lovers that, for whatever reason, I can't talk to.

2010/03/07

It's like believing your horoscope or reading your future in tea leaves. Sometimes you just get lucky. Sometimes the first shoe fits and you can stop looking.
Posted by ingratiated at 23:24

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