"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Friday, June 3, 2011
I was wondering how I would see my dog and not see my mother or where she lives. At least I don't have to worry about that now. I can just not see my mother. Because she lost my house and my dog and can't find my bed. Who loses a bed?
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