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beard

She could never decide if she liked beards. She didn't have another experience to know if kissing someone with one was a nice experience, but so far she knew that kissing someone with the ability to grow a beard could be a scratchy experience if they didn't shave close enough. Most of the time when she saw someone with a beard her noticed two things; if the beard was streaked with grey, if the texture was dissimilar to the hair on their head, and

puppy

"I can't believe you never got a puppy. I promised you'd get a puppy!" "When did I promise that?" "When you moved off campus, and then I was suppose to live vicariously through you, coming over and petting it all the time." "Sorry."

The complexity of the move has caused the whole affair to take the entire summer. It seemed simple enough, until both houses had to be painted and fixed. And then the apartment came about. So now there were two places that everything needed to go to, not to mention the piano to the sister.

aura

When I was little I had an imaginary friend I called Aura. As I get up and learned the significance of that name I've never been able to shake the feeling that she was more than imaginary. It takes more that imagination to play on a seesaw with no one doesn't it?

On the railway from Chicago to St. Louis, the Lincoln Express, because it cuts through Illinois and the state is obsessed with that man. It was there that I met a man coming all the way from Detroit. He was nice although I was initially sad to discover I wouldn't the row to myself, but the train was crowded after all, and he was a better seat partner than some.

I'm glad you applied. I really am. I'm glad you got in. You really deserve it. But what about your other application? The one that would bring you back to me? I know it was a silly wish...

Single female. How many times have I filled out a form with that information? Why do they all want to know? It's so easy to forget. And yet every time I check that box, I feel alone. Boxed in by it and all its cliches.

cook

She just wanted to cook him a nice dinner. It would be a nice surprise. It would be a nice reminder to herself that she could something, anything, correctly. But now the fire alarm was going off, makeup was streaked down her face with tears, and there was a knocking at the door; she collapsed into the fetal position on the kitchen floor.

What to do with himself. "I feel like I'm pushing you off the couch." Don't move away, you were close, it was nice. Finish telling your story and don't worry. We are comfortable, she needed to not worry about herself, or him, it was nice as an us momentarily

spent

Let's spend the day together. You and me. We'll walk through the quads, watching the leaves fall, and talk about how much we want snow. Let's break onto the roof so we can watch the sunset. Let's go see a movie and hold hands the entire time, like we did before, please.

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on this day 14 years ago

April wrote about hundred
“"I could sleep for a hundred hours right now." "Well I could sleep for a hundred years I'm so tired." "Well I'm so exhausted I can't even count to a hundred so I think I win."”

the words April reaches for

niceexperiencecomfortablefavoritesureherselfsleepmovingbreakrememberoutsideentiregladhundrednowhands