He just came back from London and Paris.
His apartment next to the capital in Denver reminds me of a Parisian apartment.
It was nice to stay downtown and walk for miles and miles. Steven played a show at an art gallery. I wore my red dress and drank smirnoff ice out of a huge bottle. When I clapped, I held the bottle like a baby. At least I took it out of the brown paper bag. Right?
The weekend was full of the best weather. It was also Steven's birthday.
Do you ever have the feeling something is about to happen, something good? I have been feeling that for a while now. Maybe this week is the week.
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