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[06 Dec 2009|09:40pm] |
If I could figure out a way to talk about it, I would write an entry every single day about Tim's neck. We saw "Where The Wild Things Are" on King Sreet this afternoon and he choked back big sobs in the movie theatre, I could feel his whole body shaking next to me in the dark. When we came home I made love to him.
"I want you to know it's snowing here. Started about noon, Saturday morning". There is someone you love somewhere cold saying "it's 430, the snow is starting to stick".
We were gonna make a whole world like this. Now, everyone used to come here, but you know... you know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize, and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore.
Yeah.
Well it was like that.
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