Friday, October 12, 2012

Nice

I was searching for my keys and he was standing patiently on the passenger side when the sharp end of my little Eiffel Tower key chain pricked my finger. I yelped from the pain and looked at the fresh wound, barely bleeding but it was so cold outside that everything stung extra. I didn't notice that he was next to me until I heard his voice almost by my ears checking to see if I was OK.

That.




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