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May 17, 2007 16:16

I always dial her number.
Never letting myself be lazy enough to go my phonebook to look it up, fiercely making sure I have it memorized.
Hoping her number will never come in contact with the forgetful vines of my mind- lest they creep, creep, creep up over her, engulf her till I know longer remember how comfortable I am when we're together, how much fun we always have.
my finger traces the worn out keys and as I press them one by one- I remember every detail from the last time we talked, and the time before that.

AP ECON TEST BROKE MY PIECE.
FUCKING B****, IT BROKE IN A PARKING LOT OF A CHURCH, HOW IRONIC, JESUS HATES ME.
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