Oh, what were we talking about? God dammit, I did it again.
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A half finished book is, after all, a half-finished love affair.
A eulogy for Five. I met that dog like a year and a half ago. I'm not on speaking terms with any of those people anymore. Fuck to them. But I miss the dog, who is now dead. He was a mix between a border collie and something else. Rest in peace. You were pretty.