He rings the bell, rather than just let himself in. We walk up the stairs in uncomfortable silence. His things are just inside the front door to my apartment. I hand over the box, and he balances it against the banister as he pulls my keys out of his pocket. I put my palm out blindly, unable to look up from the floor
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Or we've heard from you...
...are you going to come back? Some of us might be worried.
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I'm mostly in one piece. I'm mostly okay.
I realize I abandoned my LJ...I should start posting again.
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