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Oct 2013
at the beginning of
summer before the
sun came out, your
mom made us brownies
in a mug and we sat on
the couch downstairs and
watched Red. I'm not sure
you'll ever know how
comfortable I was
with you and how
with you I was more
of myself than I even
am alone sometimes.
(c) Brooke Otto

I will write about other people now.
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