Isla Vista

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Where shall we sleep? Where ever we fall over. When does a bed become desirable? When the wet sets in.

Will! The Will I'd already met and always heard about! One day the world might become so small it will get confused and lost. We won't be able to find it.

Button on the beach. Shells and Xacto blades. Never again. Almost waves. But not quite. Discs and skateboards.

WOW! What a great dog!

Noche Frijole! Maybe not. Mojito and Bonfire. Warm tub! I am a prune. Another hour? Morning after. My skin is detaching.


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