for: @hndsights at: the right tune
by every reasonable measure, the search has escaped containment. lewellyn occupies a large section of the floor, cross-legged amid open crates and a steadily expanding constellation of vinyl sleeves. he looks up.
"i hate to point out the obvious, love, but alphabetizing the pussycat dolls tells me absolutely nothing about the order in which all this happened. it's really a rather cruel sorting decision."










