Saturday, September 18, 2010

twelfth cycling trip

All day today I was scratching his door asking him to let me in, but he didn’t even respond. The windows were dark, but I knew if someone was in there, they could hear my voice. For a moment I thought the whole thing wasn’t true, that I only imagined it, but I didn’t believe it because I couldn’t believe it.

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