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Saw Logan for the first time in exactly a week since he broke up with me. Things were fine, they seemed. Awkward. He looks good. Conned two beers out of some guy in another apartment just by smiling. Chugged them both. Smoked a very long and awkward cigarette with Logan in the laundry room/mudroom outside of his apartment. Shared an awkward hug. Got into my car and screamed the loudest scream I have ever had in my entire life. I have a dirty mouth but I don't know if I've ever screeched "Fuck" that many times in succession before. Took the lords name in vain and I hope he heard me.