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Sun, Jun. 26th, 2005, 08:58 pm
It was 3:30 AM...

...and he found himself wondering, as he detachedly stirred the ice with his straw, if the waitress had noticed the redness of his eyes, or the shiny streaks on his face.

Mon, Jun. 27th, 2005 04:14 am (UTC)

She said baby,

It's 3am you must be lonely...


~the w00