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Notes from Nowhere

miðvikudagur, ágúst 31, 2005

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We're both tired from traipsing. We've been talking for hours and I feel like we could carry on. She's sweet and clever and she looks fantastic. At Oval station I buy her pink spray carnations. Lost looking for the Clapham Road she kisses my cheek. Somehow now mapreading doesn't seem so important...


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