Lies and Fairweather Friends.

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It's about time, sweet heart.

Saturday, December 11, 2010 @ 11:18 PM

I am always the one who starts the initial conversation. Maybe it's because of the people that I associate with.. Or the way I come across to people? Either way. Doesn't bother me, I just realized it!