...the smell of thirty dinners cooking when I'm standing outside our apartment in the evening. It always makes me fantasize about which one of them is mine.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
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...the smell of thirty dinners cooking when I'm standing outside our apartment in the evening. It always makes me fantasize about which one of them is mine.
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