digital pen, digital paper.
Apr 28, 2009
Articles of Confession
There is a girl that works at the Publix down the street. It’s not the closest Publix, but I drive the extra 10 minutes for a chance to talk to her so I can ask her out. My brain puts together all the right things to say, but the words always get chewed up in my mouth. What comes out is usually something better swallowed. Now I am having difficulty getting my brain to put together something new, so all I can do is smile and say hello.
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