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Previous - this entry written on December 28, 2005 at 9:55 am - Next ...back, and dreaming of impossible things, and knowing you wouldn't want to see my eyes right now. But I'm here. And I remembered. I just don't know how to speak to you any more. *slight shrug* Someday, perhaps. I'm glad you still draw breath. And he's calling you for good reason. You should talk to him. You won't regret it.
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