26.Jan.2002

we do

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and divided what was mine

"Why are you still awake?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"It's late. You should be sleeping," she muttered.

She opened the door and the harsh, Winter morning crashed into me, my face, my hands, my knees. She stared at me.

I said, "I feel like we have this conversation every night."

"We do."

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time & machine