i remember the summer we never left your apartment. we ate bag after bag of licorice whips and kissed all night, fogging each other up with our sweet, red breath. you showed me surfing movies- balancing your frame in the glow of the t.v. set-you said you once met kelly slater. you gave me a hundred nicknames; you tucked strands of hair behind my ear; you let me read all of your report cards. you had potential. now you live in phoenix with that receptionist and her three cats.
what the fuck, d?
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and you said writing didn't come naturally to you.
HA.
maybe she's a super sexy receptionist...
radiate kate
this makes me mad
bc1111
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