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Jun 20, 2006 08:55

Dear Boy who's name escapes me at the moment,

I saw you at work yesterday. You were looking at magazines, and our eyes met briefly.
But I recognized you.

I remembered when you told me I was pretty, and you kissed me on the dance floor. We were both drunk with foreign beer and you had started smoking for some reason. We were kicked out of the club and went home with strangers. They showed us pictures from their holiday to the states and we told them about Bremerton. We talked all night about coffee and treehouses, cuddling in a children-sized bed. The next morning, I told you I didn't want to see anyone, as we rushed to a lecture, and you said ok.

Now you have a girlfriend, I saw her with you when you walked from the magazines to the bestsellers, the same girl you started dating before we came home.
It saddened me a little.

You were a sweet guy. I think your name is Josh.

-Ystwyth. If you remember.
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