Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Untitled.

The night out with S went better, conversationally, than I had anticipated. We talked around a few subjects and I was able to mention without any witticisms from S the things I wanted to get off my chest.

The evening did end on a sour note when we learned about a mutual friend who had been involved in a road traffic accident, which is something I'm still coming to terms with.

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