1800
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I'm sitting at my desk trying to think of conversation starters leading to the inevitable episode of mediocre sex, and a two week period of darkness.
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5620
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It's cool
in the morning
you don't look like a
saver.
I be wan, at John's Landing,
it kills me begging
favors.
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10691511
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86363
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Memory is unreliable, of course-/
re-coloring savored scenes-/
paler here, more saturated there-
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108300
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"Great! Great. I got your message . . . yeah, it’s a little long. It’s 140 *words*, not characters . . . "
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1090146
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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