dear no termoil diary,
i'll tell you what, an imminent need for homemade potato soup is what i'm talking about. when i lay here in my bed sometimes and the wind blows through my window, the breeze will catch the tips of my hair and play a trick on me. i let it because it's fun to see how far it will go, which never is very far, but it's kinda fun to pretend it's springtime again. it will be soon enough you know, springtime again, and another summer in my bed. i'm looking forward to that again, honestly i am, because i'll have a baby in here to play with then.
i'll tell you what, an imminent need for homemade potato soup is what i'm talking about. when i lay here in my bed sometimes and the wind blows through my window, the breeze will catch the tips of my hair and play a trick on me. i let it because it's fun to see how far it will go, which never is very far, but it's kinda fun to pretend it's springtime again. it will be soon enough you know, springtime again, and another summer in my bed. i'm looking forward to that again, honestly i am, because i'll have a baby in here to play with then.
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