Welcome home... where all the excitement happens. I can tell you, it's been absolutely insane while you've been gone. It's like Berkeley stepped through the wardrobe, man.
Totally... yeah, hurry up north, before it's all gone forever.
Going home with french boys is sometimes inadvisable. I did that once. I was having an anxiety attack, and he had a familiar neck and beautiful collarbones. He lived on third and macdougal. at his house he had amazing photography that he had done, a black rabbit hopping around, a polaroid camera, and whiskey dick. In the morning I went downstairs and into bleecker bobs. Richard was working. It was weird. I didn't know he worked there. I miss you. Are you in san fran? will you call me?
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Welcome home... where all the excitement happens. I can tell you, it's been absolutely insane while you've been gone. It's like Berkeley stepped through the wardrobe, man.
Totally... yeah, hurry up north, before it's all gone forever.
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