I passed by her on Friday. As I was leaving the building, she was crouching in one of the darkened doorways, thick smoke trailing from her ever-present grin."Hello gorgeous" she said.I smiled and wished her a good night as I hurried past.Moments later I found myself humming the Police song: "please don't stand so close to me"...but without the implied sense of temptation.
06.17.04 - Caio is not italian for food
04.20.04 - homeless?
03.27.04 - best of
03.07.04 - production report
02.04.04 - milk, not buttermilk
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