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mark
I wish your paper was thinner. that you didn't know the reason for it. shane always said hi. you would know that if you didn't scream so much. all that bullshit about noodles, and resin. what the fuck? who needs that stuff anymore. john has changed, I wish you would too. you could dream. about the wild turkeys. and the snow. the big piano. and our kiss, against the radiator, with your toothbrush in your hand. kiss again like that, and everybody will know. they will know. that-you-are.