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Monday, October 7, 2013
Meat
Something really, really new, and I'm sparing with it, even when pretending, but that's okay, it follows my age, and I've been thinking of me lately, like that oldness, like that Kate, and her ways, and how she can--everything--and I can--nothing--after all. Only.
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