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it's just julie, that's all.
>>> i have a pulse.
and the door to my favorite study spot was locked, and as it happens to be on your floor and my roommate's boyfriend was hanging out in our room and i didn't quite know where else to go, i went into yours and complained. you pulled out a chair and told me to sit down, to read jane austen there, and you'd turn the volume off of the brand new video game you and your roommate had been playing for the past four hours. i said okay, i guess i could do that, because it was late and i had nowhere else to go, and during the course of my pageturning i could not help stopping every now and then to look up at you, the breadth of your shoulders, you in the swivel desk chair, and the way you are striking in navy blue. posted by julianne @ 7:12 am on 09.15.06 p.s. here's uncensored. - 09.23.06 applepicking - 09.23.06 every night i have another strange but vivid dream with him in it - 09.22.06 explosion, popcorn, letters without words, and making something out of nothing. - 09.20.06 this is the night, and dancing is free until the morning light. - 09.19.06 |
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