� Over a night. � 2006-08-14 � 12:41 p.m. �

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~She nursed him there... over a night... I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay... what to say what to say?~

Sometimes I'm so consumed by the everyday that I lose the detail in the ordinary...

Sometimes I forget love... until it touches me while I sleep... until my phone shakes in the middle of the morning... until I hear the voice of an old friend say it, ignoring all protests of the girlfriend beside him.

Sometimes I'm as self-involved as anyone... sometimes... I wish..

I wish.

I wish.

You should have sold me to the state.

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