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being shot sixty miles in eleven minutes
| breathing, waiting, the smile of a stranger |
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| Dreaming about lounging about a cornflake island, preparing to bathe in a sea of milk. |
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| Worshiping the breath that is more regular than my keystrokes. |
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| Watching a vein pulse on my left wrist as I discover and marvel at what booktwo has done. |
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| Sipping jasmine tea, purchasing Soft Paws for Kori, cleaning my apartment. Opened Easter package from my parents. Love those Cadbury eggs. |
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| Reading about getting a raise and bosses hating their workers. However, not pursuing the first and not buying the second. |
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| Finished reading up on Iggy Pop and jasmine tea. Browsing for the book that focuses on social movements organized through mobile technology. |
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| Making newly-purchased jasmine tea for the first time while listening to aforementioned cat (Kori) serenade me with grating wails. |
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| Watching my cat sleep while mulling over my sister's departure. |
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