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puts on blue corduroys, the cords long since worn flat...turns around in this room, where he lives, but it's not his room...looks to one wall, then the next, confused...then at the door...he knows he stood for something...but for what
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still. i do miss you. i was thinking hard about you the other day. about so much that has happened.
i never guess my life right. ever.
the things i feel...or that pass for feelings these days...are all so...i dunno...
*shrugs* (you allays fussed at me when i shrugged in instant messages)
i think i'm even dummer than is usta be.
(smiles at that)
yes. i miss you. dumbly. and seemingly wifout recourse.
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