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Dec 10, 2002 19:16

I need to write Margaret a letter. I am back-logged. I haven't written a poem in a year. A year.

You are not the pile of books you haven't read.

I have disappointed some people, I know, and half the time it was my fault, but the other half? No. It was not. It was them. It was you, not me.

My problem is this bra.
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