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Hey, it's the first of January and I'm sitting in my room with my Florida frog candle lit, January breeze coming in over my hot skin, computer-talking to a long-lost friend. I want to tell her that I think of her often and wonder, curiously, why we know so little of each other now. Then I remember that she has her Brian and her Boston, and even if she didn't, that I write but don't speak and she speaks but doesn't write. Go figure.