Monday, August 08, 2005
the next day, for the first time in an embarassing eternity of sundays, she woke up early, still triumphant with the unlikely victory of the previous night. she threw on the white striped shirt and belted jeans lying on the low wall, which were, surprisingly, after a whole evening's wear, still exasperatingly scentless. at times like these, she almost wished her clothes smelled more exciting, to do at least some olfactory justice to all the effort she now took to make them look worn.
Posted by i confound myself at 10:28 am
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