| i can eat a lot of cookies. |
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| i missed a 11:45PM train home. had to wait a whole hour for the next one. i bumped into 5 people from all different periods of my past. people i thought i'd never see again. ..just because i missed a train. craziness. |
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| today at work, i was talking to a french guy. it was the sexiest thing. |
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| like murderers, like babies, like an edge of a carpet under a chair leg on a wooden floor, like steering wheel on the road, like five-year-olds with their moms in malls, like New Yorkers and their briefcases on trains, like a habit, like a goal, after all this time, i just... can't let go. |
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