i don't care if he's 18. when midnight rolls around, he's supposed to be home and when 4 a.m. rolls around, he'd DAMNED sure supposed to be home. but he isn't and i'm sick with worry because i can't find him and i don't have the faintest clue where to look.
Saturday, June 3, 2006
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