Once upon a time, a girl and her mother became almost obsessed with paper dolls, and these are their attempts at taking those stories, and making sense out of them....
Friday, February 27, 2004
Mercedes: This is it for me, that was my last tour. It's just not the same without Clay. And I can't cry on your shoulder, I don't trust myself enough. It's too lonely.
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