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Aug 2013
I remember we once
watched a lifetime movie
and someone slept with
someone, but it wasn't
the right person, (it was
dark) (and unrealistic)
I asked you how you
would be able to tell
it was me in a dark room
and you thought for a
moment and then said

well I'd look for the scar on your
back


and I was confused because there
was no scar on my back. But you
pulled my hand and placed it there
and there it was. No wider than a
dime.

And you smiled again and said
that's how you'd know it was me.
(c) Brooke Otto

that I didn't know myself.
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