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09-05-06|
2:08 pm
August? Avalanche, start inside of me. This morning- roll out of bed, let everyone see how broken down I am. Autonomous, going through the motions; this from the girl who never slowed down, never waned. It is not what they are used to. Fine until a phone call. I have to go, I said, in the coldest voice I could find. I hung up. |