even if we drink i don’t think we would kiss in the way that we did, when the woman was only a girl. (the cure)
i’ll never forget the autumn night when mfg picked me up in his silver chevy cavalier Z24 and told me, with an unusual urgency in his voice, that i *had* to listen to something with him. so we sat out in his driveway that night for hours, listening to the cure’s disintegration. track after track of deep, dark, [...]
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