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