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this was last tuesday, a day just as sad/strange/confusing/not getting things right/drugs drugs crying
My dad and I had a good talk for the first time, maybe. Perhaps he is empathetic after all. Now I'm tired.
November 7, 2009 at 10:14 PM
Mary, I miss your lovely posts.
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shoot the breeze