la lee la. my italian friend, Joni, is so italian. he says, like so many "siamo oggi, non ci siamo domani." he said he had never met anyone like me before. (i think my personality confuses him) he said it wasn't a compliment or a bad thing, but he was a child who was given a new puppet and wasn't sure how to play with it. lalala. italians are poetic. we walked through all the fallen leaves in the fortress at night. just the street lamps, the crunchy leaves, the castle walls, and the pretty italian words between us.
here's my plan. rome next weekend, then venice, then sicily, then my mom comes!!!!
lover's spit makes me sway and love autumn even more.
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