my acquaintance, this has been years of set up little land mines, of your devise. just to remind me of how seemingly explosive things once were. months of unexpecting one liners you delivered, and my hundreds of calls, not by phone. days, representing other days. you sit in your car, and who I talk to in mine when I choose to sing.
"This weather just reminds me of you."
"Yeah, well, among other things."
asperation
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you're my favorite still, twelve years later. our friendship feels almost
caustic to me now as you continually show me how inappurtenant my existence
has b...
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