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I’m not going anywhere,” she told me that night. But until we are old ladies–a cypress age, a Sawtooth age–I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.
I’m not going anywhere,” she told me that night. But until we are old ladies–a cypress age, a Sawtooth age–I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.
