they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Dear Michael.

I was hungry and your Doritos chips were whispering my name, so I ate them. They were going stale anyway, so I kind of saved your taste buds; you can thank me later. I’ll buy you another packet tomorrow.

Love,
Bianca xoxo

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