January 2010
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“Old long since” by emily d stine
It’s the drop of a ball or ten thousand balloons that fell from the ballroom and land at your shoes. It’s the air, bubbles in your champagne, as they fizz and they pop, go right to your brain. It’s the “old long since,” that song that you sing when the p becomes an a and dances with the m. The words are a blur but the melody rings, something you remember, a black &...
