"If sweet death should ever conquer me, let me know, boys, let me know. If you hear him coming, won't you let me flee? Let me go, boys, let me go."
Thursday, November 12, 2009
iFail.
I accidentally ripped the letter lee sent me when I was opening. She addressed it upsidedown. This letter is made of fail. Except for the letter part. Maybe just Lee and I are fails.
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