Cam and I met in a club.
That's the kind of thing he wants me to write about. He won't mind so much being in the story if it's my story I'm writing.
Cam and I met in a club.
He wants me to go back to that and then back more. Make my story whole.
I can barely talk about just that one night, and that was the night I was technically safe and started being safer. Found a home and didn't have to be cold any more because:
Cam and I --
I'm not writing about it now. It's giving me a headache and I've had enough of those.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
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