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The steam of summer is finally, really here. I can hear its' quiet hissing in riverbeds and streetlamp lit patios. Bars and drunks and cool quiet air. Hard sidewalk and a shuffling walk. Two steps at a time and a slide down a metal railing. Rippling reflections on water. All the words on my page and a drugstore light. Arm touching arm in the dim
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I am free all of this weekend, and would love to see you, since you are an hour away. I miss you greatly, and I still think you should go check out the west coast. Anyways, callme, i'll e-mail you my number
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