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2004-07-31, 1:42 a.m.

she is... stutter-stepping and side-winding... in love with me tonight because the vodka... it runs cold. frequent. Last week... she couldn't think of one reason... tonight. she can name ten thousand. and yet. i still sit alone. i still sit cold. i still sit and wonder what the fuck we've gotten ourselves... into.

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