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July 23, 2003
10:31 am

when i first met her at school her hair was so long and pretty and black and shiny. so, so pretty and she would sit in front of me and i would watch her push it back from her face with her glasses on top of her head, look at her small small jacket resting on the back of the seat, and how she always had a book she was reading.

these are things i think about.