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All right, dear— open your steno book and transcribe every other word: I, I missed, missed you, you. When I ripped the first bag of chamomile, distracted tearing packaging, and on the second water’s boil and on the bittersweet lemon peel I threw in on a whim, and when I cleaned the dishes, not well enough, your earlobes lodged in my mental faculties, and when I emptied the soap so you wouldn’t notice. I made dinner—don’t write down that I burned all but the potatoes, dear. I want you everywhere; transcribe that. There’s a vase in the cupboard but let’s keep the flowers on the bed.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
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All right, dear— open your steno book and transcribe every other word: I, I missed, missed you, you. When I ripped the first bag of chamomile, distracted tearing packaging, and on the second water’s boil and on the bittersweet lemon peel I threw in on a whim, and when I cleaned the dishes, not well enough, your earlobes lodged in my mental faculties, and when I emptied the soap so you wouldn’t notice. I made dinner—don’t write down that I burned all but the potatoes, dear. I want you everywhere; transcribe that. There’s a vase in the cupboard but let’s keep the flowers on the bed.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
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