September 11, 2004
Conversations with Truck
Don’t be mad at me. I came home to be with you.
Why won’t you look at me? You are my number one man; no one will ever replace you. Please look at me.
Pasha loves me.
Momma has a treat! Oh, I knew that would get your attention.
I love you, too.
Conclusion: I am very pathetic.
Posted at September 11, 2004 12:49 AM
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