(If you're not my sister, you may as well skip this one.)
I fell in love with a boy when I was nineteen. He had perfect skin, terrible posture and the soul of a poet. He introduced me to the wonders of The Replacements, Bob Dylan, and Tom Waits.
He wore ancient purple Converse lowtops held together over the insoles with duct tape.
I may have had (past tense) terrible taste in men. And in shoes. But I have outstanding taste in music...
Bloom Filter
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[image: Sometimes, you can tell Bloom filters are the wrong tool for the
job, but when they're the right one you can never be sure.]
2 comments:
yes, but did he turn out to be gay? ( deep down in my heart, I always knew Jonathan was gay, I just hoped for the best:)
No. Just...not into ME. Which, like you said, I always knew deep in my heart. Sigh.
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