On regrets
Today, I have two. I told a whopper of a lie and I broke a beautiful thing from South Africa (this is a tale of a wine’d woman who mistook a chess board for a stool.) But in my defense, the lie came from a sincere desire not to cause hurt, I immediately came clean (although it made me seem like a bit of a lunatic), and I believe super glue will do the trick. Two regrets: not bad for having taken a big bold romantic chance. (Also, I fell in love this weekend — mind you, with a city, but it’ll be around a lot longer than a boyfriend.)
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