Sunday, November 15, 2009
Dear Brittle Glass,
I have no idea why the cut from your broken pieces still sting at odd times, especially when people insist on discussing it, and I have to pretend that I don't care. The frequency is dropping though, and I hope the day will come when I can really laugh the whole thing off.
sincerely,
me
me
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