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Monday, Aug. 16, 2004
11:16 p.m.
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Blank.

Cremation tomorrow. Eleven o'clock. Be awake at ten.

Not a problem. I doubt I will sleep tonight.

Empty? I'm not empty.

A little weak. Broken. Shaky.

But not empty.

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