they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
"explain our sync" + 12 January _2002 = 10:27 p.m.
<_ + at the 70's house. cold rooms. yellow sheets smell like maple syrup when we wake up in the morning. the phone rings. which boy will answer it. there is an ice path leading from the parked cars to the red front door. one slides into the door knob. we ate breakfast out. we watched dvds. we drank the new year's eve bottle of champagne. alex, with his crazy red hair, cracked silly jokes & we laughed. g. made dinner. hours drift in and out of focus. do not feel like putting in 8hrs at workplace tomorrow. _
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