� 800 � 2003-09-23 � 8:30 a.m. �

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Hail to 800.

I am eating breakfast before work for the first time since elementary school... it's one in a few steps toward self improvement... of the body and of nothing else.

You swam my memory again last night... maybe it was the pictures you sent me... (wow I did well hey?) or maybe it was that I spoke briefly about you to a girl I barely know a few days ago...

You're beautiful... in this odd exotic way, you are... and I almost laugh at thinking we could stand beside each other and think people weren't staring. They were..

There's something about you, boy, that won't die.... I wish it would.

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