Dear Jim,Matthew Langley
I ruined my good heart perhaps wide awake at last. Woman breathes, man stands upright. When you’re drunk, one’s as good as the other— we move this monstrosity so the fragile tundra is protected; the straw goes prickly, gives a lurch as simple as a musical phrase.
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