8th
April
2014
The season ended my boots
Almost twenty-four hours have passed; can we stop talking about the elections already? I jest, barely. Never has such a massive change in direction received so little conversation time. Other than my newspaper, which went to bed just after me, nothing. Not on the bus. Not on the street. Not at all.
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