Thursday, July 26, 2007

One (in no particular order).

You were my friend, and made me mix tapes, and drove me to town, and showed me around the darkroom. We went to the other side of the world, and we often shared a bed there, just to keep warm. Our travel companions thought there was a romance brewing, and maybe there was, in a way, but we just slept in each other's arms, fully clothed. When we got back, you became the first friendship casualty I let my girlfriend take.

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