Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Every night at around 11, or maybe a little past, she calls me from her temple and I answer from my room. She talks to me as she shuts her screen and cleans the cups and turns down the lights. We talk about nonsense, what the day brought, what it didn't. I usually bring up the lack while she the there and of. And then I walk her to her car, and go back to bed.
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