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Thursday, March 1, 2007

Small Success How long had I been talking to her as in a dream before we met? All my life or several months, t hat long, it seem, at least. And when we talk, she never yet thought bout it after. God. What an idiot. Am I turning down into earth early now, an inveterate clown who makes the street... Sign in to see full entry.

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