My red jacket smells like musty dorm rooms and too many people. It smells like Portland rain and Pioneer Square and espresso and the Rocky Mountains and greasy Thai food and a hundred different kinds of smoke. It’s stained with hash and slug slime and frosting and vodka and condom lube and cheap costume makeup. It’s stained with me. I’ve stood in
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thank you so much for your kind words. i miss you tons and i think about you frequently. i have a lot of admiration for you and i hope that everything in your life is going well because you deserve it. i can't wait to see everyone when i come home and i hope we can sit down and chill (tea? eh?)
you're wonderful and that made my day. thank you :D
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And you're a PHENOMINAL writer.
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