i'm beginning to see that it's not any one person that i miss, but more just being in a group. sleeping in someone else's bed. knowing that so and so is doing this and that and will be here at such and such a time. there's no wit and no beauty. just people and throw up in sinks and pasta burned on stoves and feeling O.K. all the damn time. just
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