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What more is there to say, yet she wants to say it.
A neighbor has a yard full of feathery dandelions.
She has a graveyard of them by her front door - the yellow child kind.
She has a male cat in her backyard who waits to get his balls cut off.
Everything is thick viscous plastic.
Nothing means anything to her. She wishes she had shut her mouth so she could have brought him to her brother's birthday party on the lake.
it was epic.
she enjoyed forgetting everything.
and the re-remembering kind of sucked.
she suspected that everyone thought she should be over him.
she wondered if she would be ever over him.
wanting him to sit beside her and shoot some shit
when he was with other shitters shooting
it was sad.
she was constantly sad.
but she didn't mind it very much because
it was a way to still be close to him.
fucking pathetic.
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