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. . . . . entries for 13.11.05 . . . . . Relationship status = pretty damn weird, but better than it was before. To sum up: isn't a more platonic love what a teenaged relationship should shoot for *anyway?* o.O . . . yeah, well. By some definitions, Sir Charles and I have broken up. By mine, we're just on a more. . . realistic footing, given the circumstances. Suffice it to say I am not wearing the ring around my neck or on my finger or anywhere; it's hanging in my room, and I'll probably give it back to Charlie next time I see him. (Yuletide? No Exit? Snowball? Damned if I know.) Down the road somewhere, I think it not impossible that we may meet again as older and (maybe) marginally less naive young people. For now. . . I guess we're stepping out of our ridiculous little hell-bubble into a closer approximation of reality. For better or for worse. Speaking of reality - high school is mine. Why, I do not know, as it bears no resemblance whatsoever to *reality* reality. But I must return to schoolwork, lest my parents kill me.
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