Monday, 3 June 2013

Sunday 18th May 2008 (p2962)

Just falling apart here. I imagine I was in a state of depression, despondence, not caring if the book lived or died. And it must have been HER fault, well a mixture of her willingness to cause pain and my low pain threshold and maybe this was when I forgot to lock her bike up and it got stolen. No, that was later.


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