Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Hey, you forgot one of your little fragrances on my thumb.

Tuesday evening; sushi, Stella, and re-reading Cohen. 
oh and a very meddlesome companion. 

you won't hurt me with your insolence anymore."Here's all my money, beautiful baby."
everything you do, you do for yourself. where you end up was chosen by you alone.

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