I've had a shoebox sitting in the back of my closet for the past year or so, eleven months, I guess. In it were countless movie ticket stubs, recipts, a CD, aim conversations, an Aquafina bottle, pictures, and a guitar pick I stole from your room when you weren't looking. Reminders of you. Today I threw it away. I took one last look at the last
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