Posted by: heyday on: January 23, 2006
I still dream of meeting that shy, quiet boy who will write these things about me and him that will make me want to cry. We will do things like take a walk in a park or share an ice-cream and he will help me make us and these simple things perfect with his ABCs.
Lucky [...]
Posted by: heyday on: January 17, 2006
Work is a routine. I wake up at 6.45 in the morning, blow my hair dry by 7.15 and walk fast enough to catch the 8 a.m. train, latest. I reach the office by 8.25 and look forward to lunch. Knock-off hours take a little longer to come.
What happens in between is inconsequential, because they [...]
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