Rock n Boul(ders)
March 23rd 2009 As I jumped off the train at Hospet, weary headed from a decent nights sleep on a noisy old rattling train I notice that Danielle is looking worse than ever. Her eyes are bloodshot, shes looking frail, and a little grey.
“How sick are you feeling? Is it better or worse than before? How bad is your stomach hurting?” I ask hurriedly focusing on avoiding the oncoming assault of a money hungry ri
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