The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Not sure why I am not believed.

I said it clearly enough, I never said "I love you" to them, never gave them my physical address - which should have been a clue that they were on probation. I had nothing to lose, but if they wanted to have contact, I was willing to give them a chance. One solid, fair chance, that they took for granted and abused or neglected.

It was not a blank check, not carte blanche.

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