... or force her into telling the truth? i wonder if this is all a bid for hedonistic excuse: laugh to erase the dirt on your mind, focus on something else and let that take precedent over the other bit (clothing, sex, pain, general vice) that we've failed to live up to, our "childhood friends/dreams."
... or force her into telling the truth? i wonder if this is all a bid for hedonistic excuse: laugh to erase the dirt on your mind, focus on something else and let that take precedent over the other bit (clothing, sex, pain, general vice) that we've failed to live up to, our "childhood friends/dreams."
i don't know. just a thought?