Until the Salmon Sing in the Streets

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Chapter 20




Oh, Abigail Crain. Being shunned, tornados, breakups, terrible jobs, horrible summers, celebratory evenings, more breakups, more celebratory evenings, and things that can't be written about. In a couple of weeks, I'll waltz into my 21st year of life with you as my dance partner. 
Thanks for being my compadre, Bobbigail.






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