DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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fifteen february
eight : twenty p.m.
he promised not to send me anything.
opened the package. another box. a little one, made out of construction paper with a heart and my name on the lid. inside, a photo of him (because he knew i wanted one, and he never lets me take them myself), and a short letter.
it was all intentionally child-like and whimsical and wonderful and i still love him even though i've been wanting other things very badly.
music : emeril; radio
literature : magazines
fixation : wshc