"Everything she was going through was a cliché, a cliché she was forced to live with."
This and occasionally reading the Le Love blog just made me feel like love is the most unoriginal act/thing/whatever in the world. Reminded me of this...
Oh, and I got another haircut. The one my mom hates and definitely an unoriginal one. I hugged her and she's okay with it now. I might do this dance before bed tonight to cure the unoriginal part of it.
Pete
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