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Friday, June 21, 2002
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the torch sputters
JeeezuzFuckingChrist! I don't know what possessed me but I just called Fox. ANd he answered(!!!!!) And we had a brief and civil conversation about returning my book. My heart is pounding and I am in serious need of another cigarette. I can't believe I still go to shakes like this over something as simple as the sound of his voice being kind. my GOD my brain is fucked. fuckedfuckedfucked. *takes a breath and scampers out the door to smoke and mill this over*
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