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Friday, November 7, 2008

Echo.

Echo. Echo. Echo.
I re-read it with a clear mind. And it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
It didn't even hurt at all really. There was the tiniest whisper of a forgotten echo of feeling that's long gone, and then nothing. I think I'm supposed to be happy about that.
Posted by Andrea at 7:22 PM

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