A flurry of fingers and cupped lettuce leaves
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I love driving home alone at night. I race west across the lake, Seattle blinking silently before me, its streets wide and burnished-looking under the lights. I know my way without thinking, and it feels so solid here on my own, coming home to myself. A noteworthy day all around. My belly hurts from laughing too much.The rains have returned, and this evening Keaton quite literally blew off the
A flurry of fingers and cupped lettuce leaves - written by test , published at 10:52 PM . And have 0
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