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On the way home, while we listened to The Half-Blood Prince on tape, Roxana and Zach fell asleep in the backseat and Aisling and I debated the elf-made wine Snape gives Narcissa and Bellatrix. She's probably right about it.
Also, Aisling and I held hands and she said, "Your hands are cold. And this reminds me of another time when your hands were cold." Something like that.
The part I keep listening to: awful atoll, oh incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow, bawl, bellow, Sybil sea-cow all done up in a bow, toddle and roll, teeth an impalpable bit of leather while yarrow, heather, and hollyhock awkwardly molt along the shore. are you mine? my heart? mine anymore? stay with me for awhile. that's an awfully real gun. i know life will lay you down, as the lightning has lately done.
Also, Aisling and I held hands and she said, "Your hands are cold. And this reminds me of another time when your hands were cold." Something like that.
The part I keep listening to: awful atoll, oh incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow, bawl, bellow, Sybil sea-cow all done up in a bow, toddle and roll, teeth an impalpable bit of leather while yarrow, heather, and hollyhock awkwardly molt along the shore. are you mine? my heart? mine anymore? stay with me for awhile. that's an awfully real gun. i know life will lay you down, as the lightning has lately done.