You Never Forget Your First
Thursday, January 8th, 2009
This has been a long time coming. Though we met in the spring of her youth, we parted ways after a garish and ill-advised makeover. In the end, we had a last year together, when she was literally giving it away, but it could never be the same. She was enough like her old self to make me wistful for the past, but she was a withered husk—an echo of what she used to be.
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