New York is in the House.
I found him on the curb at SJC. Of course, I had been waiting for him in the terminal (I seem to be having challenges this week finding men at various depots and terminals). He had this huge coat with toggle buttons. He was hungry, so I took him to the Saturn. There was all this confusion with the linguini he ordered. But he cleaned his plate.
Will Camilleland recover from this emotional monsoon? Will she get her "I" back?
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