preoccupation
2003-09-24 - 9:47 a.m.
He hugged me and smiled as I smoothed the red satin ribbon into its place, nestled deep into the spine.
"You're always writing, aren't you?"
He paused a moment and considered, looking in the general direction of my face, though I'm not sure he even focused on it.
"Well, that's good. You have a lot to say."
Pretend it's 10th grade. Leave me a note.
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