I can't help it. I loathe Sofia. It's just so against everything I hold dear and common sense, to top it all. There are friends. But not like before. I'm aware nothing can stay the same forever, but that doesn't stop me from wishing some things did.
The good things which happen are like differently coloured beacons on my calender; and I had a softly green one last Friday at Petko and Beni's. It keeps me warm.
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