158/365 Stan
Freshman year, mailbox, I open a pornographic Xmas card. Stan has the box next to mine. Notices. Wants one. I send Alison his address, he gets an annual card too. Four years and it’s the only thing that ties us together. So to speak.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:47 AM
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As it were. I daresay.
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