So Italy and the US are tied at the half and I can't keep sitting on it. Jesse is an angel -- a vomit-removing angel and a caring friend. C. Rupes and Sara (who make it four today) maintained their usual amount of decorum and grace in the face of seemingly unstoppable odds. Everybody else either looked the other way (thank you) or aided in manners as of yet unknown to me (thank you). And everything had started off benignly with poesy, caffeine, and Stef's sweet company.
At least when I don't have the time, I know I don't have it. Last night I was on borrowed time cuz I didn't even know I had time to lose: help me piece the night together. Email me what you witnessed, I'd like to understand the repercussions of a medium-to-fast turn fully so that the suicide may never graduate. Be brutally honest and don't worry too much -- I know exactly how small my dick is.
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