Plastic Kelly

It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.

2005-09-04

The sun comes.
Sunday. Another day off tomorrow.
I'm up before the world. I'm playing.
Little spots of sunlight sneak though the blinds to my skin. Will I leave my apartment today?

Tune back later for more details.
Posted by zhsy00001 at Sunday, September 04, 2005

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