Four years, two days.
"I'm exhausted and going to bed, and I cannot help but feel that I failed you." ---November 3rd, 2004, 3am or som.
I'm exhausted and going to bed. And I cannot help but feel a little more hopeful today. Stories tomorrow.
I'm exhausted and going to bed. And I cannot help but feel a little more hopeful today. Stories tomorrow.
posted by Ruby K at 2:03 AM
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But in the end, you did it, didn't you. Feel better.
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