Sadness, Atrocity
Well, many of those who have become a part of my life have neatly excised themselves from it. Not in a bad way. In a "oh look it's summer time to go back home" sort of way. One has stayed to play in Happy Valley, but she may end up vacating the premises before too long. That will be sad. It's nice to have other people around. I look forward
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go forth and make creative metaphors.
my father is letting me borrow his cell phone. to go along with the DVD player and the coffee table. it has a number, but i have forgotten it. i'll call sometime, maybe today. oh jubilation.
miss you.
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