At the moment I'm running away from laryngitis. If April is the cruellest month, May is the is the gruelest month.
[Title from Bon Iver song: a man who did something useful with his running-away-from]
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8 comments:
so the story goes. . .
Running nose as well?
I personally, never run.
Dear mentalist and hypochondriac,
End of May is looking frosty.
Thanks for the gift btw.
Ta ta
You may run, but you can't hide
Dear Ms Personally-I-Never-Run
Just remind me how many thousands of miles away from home you be at the moment?
Whoa
Whats going on here?
Yes, what IS going on here, Lor Lor?
I feel you're about to offer an analysis?
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