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nine march
twelve : forty-one p.m.
i dreamt we were sitting on the couch in the cafe, listening to the band play. he kissed my collar bone.
i can't get away from it. he's everywhere (and i hope that means he'll be there tonight).
music : gale gand
literature : catcher
fixation : cream of wheat; s.o.m.m. show