the screen knocks loudly as fall winds push it to and fro against the frame. it startles the kittens. my body becomes a fist of emotion...tense and persistently unsure. i don't know what i'm doing home so early. right now i feel my time is worth millions an hour rather than eight hundred pennies...we should all feel that way. priceless interaction
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still want to go to the james dean festival next weekend??
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