It's not all rosebuds and sunsets and set tables, after all. It's coffee grounds and dog hair and dirty dishes and dust and a straight week of rain. It's profound lonliness, even when you're never alone. It's not having even enough energy to sugarcoat the lukewarm.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
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The Girl in the Flammable Skirt, by Aimee Bender
-Meggie
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