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tenth, dec while i poured your coffee, you asked in polite conversation if i missed her. "yes," i replied distractedly, "i slept in her bed..." which, upon further reflection, really leads me to believe that i shouldn't be allowed to have polite conversations at all. fucking spare me the fantasy and the thoughts of what could have been. i'm pulling it all down, back to my depths. i'm keeping it shiny for the next stranger to walk my way. |