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Fuzzy black sweater - it is a cold clear Thursday, tonight we see Tori, and our office word today is never-never land. I am wearing the lesbian emo glasses, fixed with a paperclip. There is paint on the shirt that is not my shirt. I fell all striped-stockinged and faerie-tatters.

Today. Laura is seventeen now and Laura is twenty-two. Megan is beautiful in that picture, unguardedly happy - it felt intrusive to look too long. Let-in, not-mine. Miss you. More books than could ever fill up words with. Meant that. Today.