March 11th, 1998

OS X

backseat

alas, as i find myself again in the back of the Taurus with the luggage i break out the message pad. this time, we are cruising through the ever glades, which seem to be a (of of trees and emptiness. a case of poor direction Communication and Jenna's napping have us turning around. it's certainly not the first time.
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