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[27 Dec 2006|10:12pm] |
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I am in love, and he is sort of exotic and foreign. Also he is awkward, constant, loving and devoted. He is nothing like the person I conjured for myself in my earlier years, but I love him utterly. It is a sort of wonder. We will live somewhere small and play till we are short of breath, then we will pick ourselves up and play again until there is nothing else for us in the world.
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