Naked youths with goatskins
This is why I love Classics. I finished my Latin homework with time to spare today. I was sitting on the stone pillar underneath the tree outside Rosse and fashioning a story like Livy. "The stone had been worn by generations of iuvenes kenyones, and a plant grew where they had planted their asses."
My Amy came by at 11 last night and said she didn't hate me. We had lunch today. Now I feel loved. I really am a silly girl.