Thursday, July 24, 2003

 
la. i say.

we're in the car and the old joke is told for the seventh time and we fall apart laughing. it's the definition of summer.

sometimes the big love makes the world smaller. i can tell because it's happening to me the way i watched, dismayed, as it happened to other girls: i don't care, so much, anymore. just so long as i've got the one buddy. when he's around, enough of the world is right.

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