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seventeen april
one : oh-two a.m.
it feels like i'm leaving forever, i thought as i passed your truck on my way out of town.
three and a half hours, i drove. and rolled windows down felt the wind on my hands. mulch, paper mills, highway lines, the smell of summer camp five years ago.
i listened to the tape (the one i never gave him) the whole way home.