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the day after one of j's friends is diagnosed with cancer, my phone rings. it's e, "i need to smoke a cigarette-- can you meet me downtown in five?". minutes later we're on a bench in poloski park passing a single cigarette back and forth, soaking up the orange light of the street lights. i'm not gonna lie-- i miss the comraderie of smoking, the
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i still think we should make a zine together.
(i also still think you should come visit).
how is montreal, and french class, and living with your sister? how is your bike? and how are you?
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