Grindstone
With my nose to the Grindstone in trying to finish school, this is where I stop to smell the roses.
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Why wasn't it me? Maybe I didn't break him. Maybe the problem was he couldn't break me. Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they are meant to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with.
Sex in the City
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