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"Was that your brother?" the colorist asked me at Empire Video a reference to a Christmas Party where you came, my husband He was the same guy who said I could be a hair model after 16 hours editing a spot for Pantene Laughing together how funny, to be in sync Sync, sync: sound and picture must be in sync husband and wife as well How when I saw you I would relax and your sense of humor would deconstruct any trouble "When he was a child, he could make adults laugh," your Aunt said and I believed it what a gift Troubled by my boss, "he looks like a used car salesman" a smile, it was true, the last thing I'd think taking him so seriously So many times, you'd pick me up your response would puncture the bubble of fear and angst and heal it with laughter After parties, our impressions are the same this person, that person Howling in the streets over some dumb movie or chance encounter anything upsetting you can cut to the quick and pull out the ridiculous My best friend I had you I trusted you completely If only I could remember just that There would be no trauma and I'd go on without so much fear If only I'd seen just that side of you I guess I must pretend
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Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
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"Was that your brother?" the colorist asked me at Empire Video a reference to a Christmas Party where you came, my husband He was the same guy who said I could be a hair model after 16 hours editing a spot for Pantene Laughing together how funny, to be in sync Sync, sync: sound and picture must be in sync husband and wife as well How when I saw you I would relax and your sense of humor would deconstruct any trouble "When he was a child, he could make adults laugh," your Aunt said and I believed it what a gift Troubled by my boss, "he looks like a used car salesman" a smile, it was true, the last thing I'd think taking him so seriously So many times, you'd pick me up your response would puncture the bubble of fear and angst and heal it with laughter After parties, our impressions are the same this person, that person Howling in the streets over some dumb movie or chance encounter anything upsetting you can cut to the quick and pull out the ridiculous My best friend I had you I trusted you completely If only I could remember just that There would be no trauma and I'd go on without so much fear If only I'd seen just that side of you I guess I must pretend
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Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
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