She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I loved King Kong. He was on every Thanksgiving. And I was afraid of him. I had a photo of him I hid and would sneak and look at and be afraid of. But you struggled to see the end. Maybe we should have shut it off when the army shot that building.
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