Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting
The neighbors in my apartment complex are getting hiiiiiiiigh. On my way back from taking the dog out, I stood in the hallway for a few moments before going in, breathing. Reminiscing. And I admitted it out loud.
"I miss him."
I don't know anyone who smokes any more, and that makes me sad.
"I miss him."
I don't know anyone who smokes any more, and that makes me sad.
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