Save Joe, you've survived. I was driving, driving, until I no longer drive. My stomach was killing me - the shot, is still a mixture of treatment and guilt. I get moved into his dilapidated motel, and crashed in bed. I can not sleep, though I was exhausted. I can not stop thinking of Joe. Although I was only 18 years old, his girlfriend, Eve is only about two months ago, I knew that he was the love of my life. It is him, but I ...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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