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Tuesday, Jun. 08, 2004
3:55 p.m.
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I cannot help but smile as I wonder whether or not he remembers that Broken Glass Boy is the name I gave to my anonymous makeout partner from two days ago. The name has been his for six months now.

I distance myself from you as you have requested, and you wait for me when class is done. I do not ask the questions that I normally would because I know it will only piss you off, and you ask them instead. I try my very best to hate you, and you ask me how to draw a rose.

Against every single bit of sense that was left in my body, I was yours again.

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