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. . . . . entries for 6.10.08 . . . . .
And I broke like a bad joke somebody's uncle told at a wedding reception in 1972 where a little boy under the table with cake in his hair stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed and his father laughed and talked on the long ride home and his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home and he thought about how everyone dies someday and when tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be? and fell asleep in his brand new winter coat
(I love Weakerthans, seriously. What a weird relapse.)
[] . . . ees @ 10:21:00 AM
come home?
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