
You always hurt the ones you love . . . or, in this case, drop them on the tiled floor where they shatter into pieces.
RIP, my sweet Labdanum 18. You were the best friend that money can buy.
Thank god you’re so easily replaced.
by nathanbranch on June 12, 2008 | COMMENTS

You always hurt the ones you love . . . or, in this case, drop them on the tiled floor where they shatter into pieces.
RIP, my sweet Labdanum 18. You were the best friend that money can buy.
Thank god you’re so easily replaced.
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