I'm not really sure what I wanted to write. I'm not sure that I really have a point to begin with. I guess I'm lonely and I have a lot to say, or think about, really.
Okay, I love you, but I guess what I'm thinking about really isn't subject appropriate for the purpose I've given this little book.
Night love
14.9.10
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