Sunday Mar 11, 2007 Mar 11, 2007 0 Facebook Tweet Email abbie: The same. We talked. Mostly about me. When there was nothing left to talk about, I went home. He had plaque in his teeth, that I kept staring at. The lighting was bad and I wasn't "feelin' it'. Mar 17, 2007
When there was nothing left to talk about, I went home.
He had plaque in his teeth, that I kept staring at.
The lighting was bad and I wasn't "feelin' it'.