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It’s gone forever, waiting for the phone by the phone itself. In my dreams I saw a million lined up, and none rang for me across all that crazy, giant kitchen. Now they’re just some plastic in my pocket. Not trying to cultivate nostalgia, though; I’m just reading through these old post cards for, like, some other reason. Climb some hill and come down someone else, that is one way of mastering your mood. Remembering high school is just another one to try, she said, but we were still living then, then. Always here we are, trying to think up the ending: when I’m me, that’s where I go.

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