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October 24, 2003
Orange juice. In bed by nine o'clock. Chocolate ice cream. Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsodies. Cookies. Awkward. Never. Curls. Did you forget something? It was cold. Save the crying for later. Scientifically, there's no such thing as crying from happiness. Maybe it's just on the inside. A half hour of sadness, then back to business. Ensconsed. Forget about the others. Dipped in milk. Walking home in the dark. Green over gray. You don't make me cry. Confidence. Surefooted. Trying too hard. Then I passed out. I couldn't help it. You were right. It makes falling asleep so beautiful.

"Stay sweet, okay?"

Okay.