#122: Wither.
October 11, 2007

Was it me? Or do you look exceptionally good today?

Running round and round the basketball court. Dribbling the basketball. Shouting, laughing to your mates.

Then I saw wind caressing your face.

What an asshole.

What an "I-don't-want-to-know-anything-about-you-so-don't-tell-me-what-happened" asshole asshole.

I think it was you. Because you look exceptionally ugly today.

7:32 p.m.

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