Aug 15 2005

i could belong to you

sitting at my desk while the sun shines and “The Atlantic’s” Fiction issue stares me in the face makes writing propaganda a most difficult task. oh where oh where can my sugar daddy be?

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Posted on Mon, 15 August 2005 at 2:40 pm

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