Thursday, November 13, 2008

The way some men don't shave during playoffs, I'm developing superstitions that are supposed to keep C alive for another day. If I match my socks she'll die today. If I say her name she'll die today, if I say anything bad about her she'll die today. So I'm trying to be so careful. The thing is she's going to die anyway. Maybe today. No matter what I do.


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