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fifth, july high, hiding, spying on a cop walking by, i suddenly realized that i was probably being spied on myself whenever i walked by, unawares. i felt faint with excitement pointing its many long fingers at all the mysteries of this notion. i took a few belly breaths and tried to get back to work. (i'm writing this to you, after all this time has passed. i'm not positive you're watching, but i have a feeling you are. and i just wanna let you know that i'm doing ok.) |