I sit down beside her.
Our backs are against the same wall.
She’s French.
We start talking.
She’s friendly—looking gorgeous…
Friday, February 21, 2014
HOW I ALMOST WENT TO TAIWAN
She’s got her legs crossed, stretched out before her, smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk and watching as the world goes by through big brown eyes—looking gorgeous.
I sit down beside her.
Our backs are against the same wall.
She’s French.
We start talking.
She’s friendly—looking gorgeous…
I sit down beside her.
Our backs are against the same wall.
She’s French.
We start talking.
She’s friendly—looking gorgeous…
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