I remember those legal size papers that our teachers would hand out in elementary school. The sheets had a landscape orientation. They were lined on two sides to help with our penmanship. On one side half of the paper was blank for our corresponding illustrations. We filled them up with descriptions of our days and nights, itemizing all the great and good exposition.
I did this. I did that. I went here. I ate the whole thing.
I rode 35 miles from work to home. I ate some guacamole. I went to bed.
I can't think of anything else. Simple. Basic. It's just missing the drawing.
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It's missing the drawing and the innocence.
Can't get that back.
Like the first time your father calls your mother a whore in front of you.
found your profile by clicking on common interest Joseph Cotten. I thought your blogs would be all nastalgic and romantic being that you live inthe city and enjoy the "classic" era of old hoolywood. However I noticed you only talk about biking. ??? by the way, there are only 7 of us who have Joseph Cotten as an interest. I envy you that you live in the city and have such wonderful food!
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