"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
The End of the Affair.
God, he couldn't even look at her. It had started off innocently enough. She worked at Starbucks. She made a joke about the size of his Americano. She liked it rough in bed. Why did he always go for the ones he didn't have to respect?
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