Last summer this woman saw enough in me to fall deeply in love. I peered in; hazel quicksand. I'm gone off somewhere else. Now it's all whooshing in ears and stomachs in space and agog eyes and one endless drop with no bottom in reverse.
At 7:55 this morning she admitted to a "grudging respect" for Hobo with a Shotgun.
Love you honey, see you soon.
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