when i am giving massages at the fair, if a man asks me to go home with him, or marry him, i’m going to say yes.
so perhaps you won’t hear from me for a while because i’ll be riding in someone’s extra-wide pickup truck, down to some farm in the middle of nowhere, with all my worldly possession piled up in the back, along with a prize-winning cow and maybe a goat.
ok then,
grace who has been awake for over an hour now.