the whirring in our everyday.
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A conversation from perhaps 10 years ago…
Mum: Go make your bed.
Me: But why? I’m going to sleep in it again tonight and it’ll be messy again.
Ah, the folly of youth.
Written by notesbynaive
May 21, 2008 at 8:39 pm
Posted in wednesday
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this is my favorite kind of mess.
May 22, 2008 at 12:49 am
how familiar is the piece of dialog…
May 22, 2008 at 9:50 pm
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