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He commissioned me to do his dirty work--to write his letters, to pay his bills, to do everything that he knew he could do, but simply refused.
He lived his life in its entirety. And that is all.
When I was in high school, my favorite dessert to buy in the cafeteria was Colonel Crunch: vanilla and chocolate ice cream bars covered in a cookie crunch. My favorite. Haven't had one in awhile, but I miss them, and I need to make a point to eat one soon.
We went to an improv place to see what it was all about, and it turns out that a jam band was performing, and that was that.
Meanwhile, she did this. Meanwhile, he did that. Meanwhile between their meanwhiles, they were eating dinner at a fancy restaurant, looking at each other through the bottom of shot glasses. Meanwhile, I was sitting at home, thirsty.
Geometric. Metric. Geo. Geometric.
Geometric: a word not appearing in my vocabulary.
Typhoon me. Hurricane me. Tornado me. Let's be natural disasters, baby.
There's a typhoon in your mind, and there's nothing I can do to prevent it from wrecking and spreading and becoming quite contagious.
Where the word derives, he forgets. Where we have derived, she will always remember.
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