Expat Laura
nothingness 2003-09-20 | 5:46 p.m. If you run crying through Pacific Place, no one will help you. No one will ask what's wrong, or offer you a tissue. No one even sees you, your chest heaving with haggard breaths and your bloodshot eyes roaming everywhere but seeing nothing. For these people, you don't exist.	new old profile notes host design
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