Sunday, July 1, 2012

Veracity


Sometimes, I get tired of you. I think the truth is good to say, even if not invited, or welcomed.

Go to sleep, you little baby.

You don't have to do a thing. We've got it covered. I even remembered the watermelon, slicing it up, while cold: everyone came to enjoy it later

when it was leftovers. or our favorite thing.

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