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April 28, 2005
We've been corresponding by email and communicating via instant message for three years, and finally he leaves London to visit friends in NYC. I am one of those friends.

We spend the most enchanting four-plus hours together, and when the time approaches when he must take leave of me, we both panic and confess that we're going to miss each other something awful.

"I could make you hate me,"I say. "I could put a cigarette out in a SQUIRREL'S FACE! No! No! I didn't mean it!"

Instead of making him hate me, this only makes him pre-miss me more.