(Some time ago...)
I thought I knew her. I thought it was HER.
So I was sitting behind her, it was sports practice, I began tugging on her ponytail. It was soft, the sunlight reflected off them, her hair shining in light. That's something worth to be envious about - nice hair.
As I tugged for a few seconds, she turned around.
A complete fucking stranger.
Bury me, PLEASE.
Monday, June 29, 2009
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