they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

Air Blurred & Blued: Snow + January 8. 2002. = 1:52 a.m.

Near two a.m. in the morning.

Lazy morning and slow afternoon. Lunch at Vera with Nick and then Cafe Mochas at the Market and then home. Later, our second meeting for aforementioned literary thing.

But really, all I want to talk about is Ben. The way I have been walking around with him in the back of my mind all day. His voice on the phone at eleven p.m. and it rights all the things that felt wrong.

It is a very nice thing, this falling in... thing.

charmed.

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