Saturday, August 21, 2010

fly six hundred miles

Show up at my front door in sneakers & jeans. (I'll be a wearing a polka-dot skirt because it'll be too hot to wear anything else.) We can talk about how sometimes we eat tuna straight from the can, and about how you just broke up with a girl named tiffany. Take me to dinner and order an appetizer that includes slightly raw fish. Tell me I'm going to love it. I'll believe you (because one time I watched you bowl two strikes in a row with your left hand).

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