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Archive for November, 2007

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November 7, 2007

          Here, in this room that never gets warm enough and never gets cold enough, I lay in a bed that’s never comfortable, on sheets that smell like vanilla. It’s never dark enough either and two hundred pairs of shoes mock me from the dim floor for not wearing them on adventures to New Orleans, [...]