If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad
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I remember venting on the phone to you when I was half way across the country, bitching about my roommate (which kept me sane). I was walking around outside by the river, trying not to be within earshot of anyone else.
I'm glad I could help. And it felt wonderful talking to you when you were so far away. Poor Laura, trying to be out of earshot! you're too nice, darling.
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This is me, late as hell. History day, son!
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