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I'll catch public transport every day but never learn the difference between zones 1 and 2. I won't remember your age, or your birthday, or what your political stance is But I'll remember about the time when you were six and you knocked your head on a chair, chipping off half of your brand new buck tooth. And even the way you shook your head self-deprecatingly after you told me that story and pointed to the filling you have now because of it. You said that it's invisible but I saw it -- if only because you told me it was there.
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
The excuse you never asked for
I'll catch public transport every day but never learn the difference between zones 1 and 2. I won't remember your age, or your birthday, or what your political stance is But I'll remember about the time when you were six and you knocked your head on a chair, chipping off half of your brand new buck tooth. And even the way you shook your head self-deprecatingly after you told me that story and pointed to the filling you have now because of it. You said that it's invisible but I saw it -- if only because you told me it was there.
found this on a scrap from my old job's office at the bottom of my bag
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
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