7:23 a.m.
Since September, every 7:23 a.m. has been the same. First, the dull sound of an engine, then the headlights piercing the dark. The bus slows, then stops. The doors open in front of me
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Dear —,
Here’s my two cents about thieving: if you’re going to steal someone’s heart, you should let them have yours; it’s hard to live without a heart, you know. If they can’t have yours, then please return theirs in at least the condition in which you found it. But whatever you do, for heaven’s sake don’t break it and hold onto the pieces!
Here’s my two cents about thieving: if you’re going to steal someone’s heart, you should let them have yours; it’s hard to live without a heart, you know. If they can’t have yours, then please return theirs in at least the condition in which you found it. But whatever you do, for heaven’s sake don’t break it and hold onto the pieces!