by Ari Collins
The trash outside your new place says you still drink the chocolate soymilk we discovered. I see a Busch Light 30-pack carton. Did I teach you nothing? Blockbuster receipts. Huh. My Netflix queue misses you. I see some dunning letters…
Our Costa Rica photo is at the bottom, torn. First thing you threw out.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
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