Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
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Taken
July 27, 2005 07:46 PM

SorryYou didn't ask me to. But I saved this place in my heart like someone saving a seat at the theater, telling all who inquired that it was taken. Even though I knew that when the lights went down, everyone would realize that it was empty. Even though I knew you weren't coming. I just couldn't imagine sharing an armrest

with anyone but you.


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