Books are read because they are snippets of a life other than your own. If the whole story were to be told, they would become unenviable and unread.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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- Deanna
- I'm Deanna, I live in California, except when I don't, and I'm way too emotionally attached to the absurd.
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