April 2011
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It’s weird to think that Caitlin used to be such a huge part of my life.
She doesn’t exist now, and it’s weird to think that this should matter a whole lot - or that it used to. I’m on our couch trying to read from that textbook, and I’m daydreaming not about her. She’s not in there. I don’t think about her. That “us” or whatever is far...
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March 2011