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i've been telling stories to a friend.
reliving ancient memories, so fuzzy they could have been told to me by someone else. did this really happen, or have i just been telling this story too many times? dreams i can still remember, things my mom used to tell me, the way i used to think i was older than gavin because my birthday was earlier in the year.
grinning at the stories that overlap.
macadamia nut pancakes and paper mache and plantains. we are tentative and thirsty for each other. just the way new friendships always are.
and tomorrow we celebrate our birthdays. in warm apartments with gold trim in costumes with gold trim.
reliving ancient memories, so fuzzy they could have been told to me by someone else. did this really happen, or have i just been telling this story too many times? dreams i can still remember, things my mom used to tell me, the way i used to think i was older than gavin because my birthday was earlier in the year.
grinning at the stories that overlap.
macadamia nut pancakes and paper mache and plantains. we are tentative and thirsty for each other. just the way new friendships always are.
and tomorrow we celebrate our birthdays. in warm apartments with gold trim in costumes with gold trim.