it's 7:30 pm, on March 24, 2014 - always a flesh wound.

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there is a slight possibility i'm as fucked up as i was fifteen years ago, because this is the most real expression of a love story imaginable:

She gets as far as the phone in her hand and when he picks up on the other end, she hangs up and calls two minutes later, again, and says, �dad�s making lasagna again,� and he says, �it�s four in the morning here,� and there's no response to that, really, except, �I'm so sorry,� and she can hear his uneven breathing when he admits, �maybe I can finally fall asleep now,� and she thinks, oh, god.

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and it's midnight again, and I swear I haven't had more than four hours sleep since that goddamned movie. another strange thing: I haven't been eating. I've been hungry, but not eating. this isn't like me at all.

oh well, et cetera et cetera, neither is talking out loud to invisible friends. and yet.

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