Tangled
Wednesday, September 16th, 2009Tangled legs. Tangled sheets. Tangled hair.
Serenity.
The gentle breeze, the sound of the distant freeway, the dog softly snoring.
Clarity.
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We walked into the room, knowing that it wasn’t good, but not prepared for the barrage of totally insane words that were to be hurled at us within a matter of minutes.
“Ah, don’t tell me you’re in on [...]