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and the song begins again

Saturday 5 March 2005 | I like a cookie

she says I’ve got a darkness that I have to feed and I’ve got a sadness that grows up around me like a weed Louise is playing with Crackle Ball (who almost has his own personality by now) and a popsicle stick, leaving me momentarily free to write this. No, now she’s pouncing fervantly (another [...]

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