Cookies and dusty books.
Ruffle socks over pearly, painted toes.
Simper one more time.
Live a dream.
posted by liz @ 3:19 PM
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Your technique is magnificent. When cut across the neck, a sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say. I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday, to hear that sound.
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