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2003


Lunchtime. She sits in the park opposite her office building. She sits like that girl in high school used to sit on the steps of the school with her book; huddled, her body language muttering "please don't notice. please somebody notice me."

So I was doglike sick last night, pretending to be ok while actually being a hopelessly off-balance moron. Shots of whiskey. The last time I've been so... stricken, I was with Nate. Still feel bad, so Im not gonna write much.


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