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twenty-six august 2010
five : twenty-nine p.m.
fuck, i miss you.
and i think about you every day, even though i know i shouldn't. i am running out of memories, exhausting all the real-life ones, starting to make shit up.
from across the country: "want to go to san juan islands?" "right now?" "next week. bring your bicycle. you know..i wish you lived on this side."