i started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff. on the way back from the club into which i could not cross, i found myself at a tesco and knew that all was lost.i think i was saved by someone with a kind heart and an empty wallet. if by some miracle this was a reader of my blog i should like to send my regards.
Friday, December 16, 2005
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its strikes me that predjudice is the real villan of this peice.
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