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[secondspy]

It was August when I met her, and it is August now. All the ups and downs between, I can hardly tell apart in memories that come back when I'm driving the streets of Harford, the meter clicking, strangers in the back seat.

Meeting her at that moment was the worst choice I made all year. I was looking so hard for things I thought I needed, I stared

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[thetapehiss]

this feels old; not like old news, but like something that you find, something that you touched every day for years, then lost.

[secondspy]

yes, but.. was it really lost, or just patient?
i would like to hear more.