Dec 4, 2002
Prickle
There aren't lyrics to the theme from The American President, but that's what's playing now. And it is so beautiful I feel my nose heating up with tears. I wonder if it would be easier to live this life I have if I weren't so incredibly sentimental.
Ditto for The Cider House Rules.
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