Thursday, April 28, 2011

Overheard through my apartment walls, or why I don't sleep.

Don’t make me get the dogs. The dogs bite. The dogs claw. The dogs leave scars. I don’t leave scars. I just leave memories…
And a few scars.
Do you think you are the first girl I brought here? The first who got into the van?
So lie still and I’ll begin.

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