SPURS THAT JINGLE, JANGLE, JINGLE
I’ve been typing more… Typing at work, typing on my phone, typing my thoughts—and with that, I’ve noticed my handwriting becoming…shit. From time to time, I look at notes I had written to Angie from when we first met, and my handwriting had a lot more flair. It was polished; it felt like every curve […]
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