novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- broken next door my neighbor was on the porch staring at her mailbox as i climbed the stairs this evening. i thought she had been sleeping, her face looked that vacant. we talked about moving, apartment hunting and grocery shopping. i was telling her about this saturday when she blurted my best friend died and i don't want to cry anymore. if you hug me i am going to cry again. i held her in the hallway, she wet my shirt. 11:45 pm - 05.05.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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