Monday, May 3, 2010
there is a dog and when i put it on the table the colors of the table cloth change. i am in a family sort of situation in some house somewhere that reminds me of that house where there was a christening or something and a white couch and i went with my mom. later on i talk to anson's father on the phone. i forget why. he says something funny. it is a funny conversation. i'm afraid i may have accidentally hung up on him.
Labels:
anson,
colors,
family,
frankie dog,
house thrift store,
phone,
tables
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