For every woman there is a plan and for no two women will this plan be the same.
I watch car chases from behind one-way glass and I talk into the dead ear of a mate and touch seven earth-fingers on the hand of a woman.
But my eyes are focused on a speeding car a crippled mouse.
My eyes are focused.
2 is the number of Combine casualties here:
I don't think I can deal with waiting 11 more months to come visit you. I wish I had enough money or time to visit you this summer.
You going to be around anytime in the near future? Lot of shit has been happening that you probably don't care about, but whatever.
Miss you.
:) You're a great read.
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