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second, nov the day i move away from my hometown is nearing even as i type "even as i type." flea found me sleeping in the folds of her comforter and together we bought all colors of plates and bowls. i think that this means we can't break up, ever. i didn't hesitate. i stole a city lights poster of neal cassady and jack kerouac hugging from the wall of my old philosophy room. i do hope no one will miss it, because it's mine as fuck now. |