The roll of film lay forgotten for so long in my drawer -- Came across it today and wondered what might be on it. Halloween and my baby cousins, I remembered well enough. Probably a few from a drunken soire and of course, one from the hotel room. Grabbed the roll and on a whim drove it to the local one hour place, where I waited for it... Didn't expect to see what I saw. The 16 year old at the counter probably didn't expect to see my reaction. Recoiled in horror and burst into tears at the sight of it -- Myself, when I was happy... Me, the day before it happened. Smiling foolishly, arm around my sister, with no idea of what was to happen in the morning... Myself...on November 24th.
Reason for writing:
[Is that how you spell soire?]
Birth sign: Aries
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