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She got my number from her sister Elizabeth. She spoke in a voice, bearing resemblance to the silkworms the Europeans stole. She used to date a guy from Hixson who drove a 1956 Chevy Bel Air. I drove a Toyota. I didn’t smoke cigarettes, or drink alcohol. I went to NOVA, the community college. She texted me: Good Morning; She texted me: I’m thinking about you. She told me, over the phone, about her car accident, before her family. She found a new boyfriend: Mark. A mellow skater. I took my first creative writing class with a Professor as my poet. I wrote poems about her, long ones, and short ones. Showed them all to her. I spoke with her over the phone; told her I loved her. When she didn’t respond. I hung up.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
When you’re lonely and in love, and she’s lonely and not in love: A broken connection, circa 2008
She got my number from her sister Elizabeth. She spoke in a voice, bearing resemblance to the silkworms the Europeans stole. She used to date a guy from Hixson who drove a 1956 Chevy Bel Air. I drove a Toyota. I didn’t smoke cigarettes, or drink alcohol. I went to NOVA, the community college. She texted me: Good Morning; She texted me: I’m thinking about you. She told me, over the phone, about her car accident, before her family. She found a new boyfriend: Mark. A mellow skater. I took my first creative writing class with a Professor as my poet. I wrote poems about her, long ones, and short ones. Showed them all to her. I spoke with her over the phone; told her I loved her. When she didn’t respond. I hung up.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
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