Tuesday, May 21

Pine as a Verb





All I seem to write about is two of the most
perfect women I’ve ever met. I apologise. If
you want to go elsewhere and read about some-
thing else, I understand. They’re all I care about
right now. Remember when you were five and had
a loose tooth and all you could do was rub your
tongue against it? Well, I guess I’m just jotting
down the movements of my tongue.


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