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Wednesday, May 7
kate, i like the way you end your lines and how its enjambed, it flows.
Giorgie 6:25:00 PM
Tuesday, May 6
yum. that's all i can say.
Maria 10:48:00 PM
Sunday, May 4
i said.
i'd crash planes if it meant that you could stay three extra days because goodbye is the one word that i can never spell write when i speak it, and you were never very good at words anyway, no wait, that's me.
there's this burnt out pixel on my computer monitor, and i'm not sure how it happened, but it reminds me of you and the way you make me feel.
when i feel like there's a lash stuck in my eye, there usually isn't, and i just blink repetatively until it's gone, but then my vision is blurred and your features are numbed.
movies never mattered as much as they did in conversation with you, which struck an odd chord with me, because you seem more musically inclined than the type who quote seinfeld and fast and the furious. it must've been a c sharp major.
there was the time when i gave you that card, and you cried for the first time about something that wasn't music, and in a sick sad sense, i was so proud, kind of like june first, two thousand and two, when i saw you vulnerable. because it's nice to see that sometimes you're not a superhero too.
Maria 7:25:00 PM
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