now,
as i take down these memories from the shelf,
i remember.
now,
as i pack them in boxes and bins,
i reminisce.
now,
as i take the shelves off the wall,
i grimace.
because the shelves took some paint off the wall, and my dad is going to kill me.
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oh, crap.
Friday, June 12, 2009
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you make me laugh.
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