July 30,
2002
Maybe you've got some idea.
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July 30,
2002 |
Really, he only wanted to read a couple of lines to me, something he'd found after he thought I was asleep. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I couldn't either, but when he wouldn't stop at first I was on my feet, ready to leave.
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