Saturday 10.22.16

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Gunshot. I imagined fireworks and humiliation
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susansnow
susansnow
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Gunshot. I imagined fireworks and humiliation I pretended was disappointment. Got a message for you if you read these things. I'm in Bama conjuring and sang songs of sorrow last night in East Lansing. I stumbled on your road named my name. Even I cannot believe the happenstance shit. My mother's nightmare and the beach you lived on. Cold here. You were going North. We were sweating. I will forget. About Devil's Lake and the worst horror in my own home about an hour and a world away. Without answers I am left to ponder and risk. Ride and shake.

Today you were an expensive room upgrade, free tissue I didn't know I'd need and didn't take, and a free 32 ounce coca cola.

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