Went on a date last night. Ate gelato. Drank tea. Watched him drink eight stolis. The conversation occured in fits. I spent half the night staring at the wall. Found out he's a recovered heroin addict.
We won't be going out again.
6:13 p.m. - 2006-12-10
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