8.11.04

I Know What You Need.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. The woman on the roof told me two days ago that she would be reappearing later, which was impressive enough news. Then she tells me today who she was and then bang she gives me five easy pages of brilliance and wit. She'd give me more, but sadly I have to get up early and go to school for a paycheck. But I think she's understanding enough to come back later. Goddamn this makes me happy.

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