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twenty-two march 2009
two : forty-one p.m.
and suddenly, there you and i are, alone in that wide open space, and i try to breeze by like i always do (so i won't fall into this any further), but you reach your hand out (almost, almost, another inch) and i stop. you tilt your head a little,
"it's amanda, right?"