im squeezing life out of loss, laughing only out of some strange sort of sadness or an uneasy something lapping in my stomach. the mornings are cold, the days are hot...and everything seems a bit askew when i wake up with cold fingers and feet, but by noon my sweater's gone & i'm sweating and no longer digging fingers into pockets. today i made
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we could go back to that vocab word a day system even! You have my cell address, ne?
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