Friday, February 15, 2008
a note: m
I loved the way you wore overalls with scarves and it didn't look weird because you wore it. When you were happy, you did this dance, something between a shuffle and a soft-shoe. You laughed at me because I pronounced the name of a Spanish movie wrong, even though I don't speak Spanish. Your eyes were the bluest I've ever seen.
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