whatever.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Liar, liar (crazy bitch)
Elaine had a collection of rocks. They were all the same shape and she said it meant something, like there was some kind of mystical aspect to their uniformity, but I saw her one night in the garage with a hammer.
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