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August 03, 2010


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I really like this bit of prose... but I have to admit:

"We always end up in the same coffee shop, even though I don't go to the same one every day."

That part makes me a little nervous.

I like it when you like my shit.

And yeah, it's odd how much I see him. We definitely recognize each other now. I'm at a new place today, and he's not here, though. Yet.

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