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Her hands are holding up the skies
cap, captain miss america
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I hadn't been able to figure out what I wanted to write for my last therealljidol entry this week, and I had been playing around with writing a story based on the "legend" of the restaurant where Erin had her shower yesterday. I'll post more about that place later, since I have loads of pictures.

But anyway, they played it up like it was this involved story, and then I got home and found out there wasn't much to it and it wasn't very promising as far as a story with conflict and stuff, so I was struggling with what to do, and I don't know why, but Arlo Guthrie's Darkest Hour somehow occurred to me as a starting point.

Here's the Story.

Some of you from Shiver might recognize my fictional version of Italy, although I switched Venice to Volterra for the purpose of this story.

I still have the song stuck in my head, but I'm sharing a hotel room with my mom so I can't actually listen to it. Boo!

It is time to head out! Going to brunch at Encore and then aeroplano time! <3 <3 <3 I will post more when I am back in New York!
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