un petit mort

Monday

telephone line

Step dad has taken to calling me on the phone when he is upstairs getting ready to sleep. He did it twice last night. No text messages in the last two days.









It's going to be a beautiful day in seattle.
Posted by caitlin at 16.6.08

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