ahhhgggr. this is the life it really is let's see...where was i? oh ya. i remember the last time she came to visit... the door swung open and in she walked, with that slow sauntering sway of hers. the room would light up just anticipating her return and everything around me would hum just a little more audibly and god i miss her now. why i didn't tell her what she wanted to hear i'll never know - should have told her i'd stop messing around with those mittens they meant nothing to me. now all i do is sit on the corner smoking like it's going out of style and eating to kill myself to last one day longer to feel something, if only regret. but perhaps she'll call and so i wait at the corner i last saw her at, coming out of this drug store carrying her all purpose flour and the gatorade she loved so much. has she asked about me?
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