i wouldnt ask this of you
good eye, sniper
i once read a book about a lebanese woman who fell in love with a sniper.
he gunned her down in the last paragraphs, as she was leaving him. i am still not sure if he meant to do this. it was raining.
i finished it the day i turned 21 and em and i made martinis.
i threw the book against the wall.
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