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November 3, 2002
Tomorrow I will be home and it will be such a sweet and blissful, happy, happy thing. I miss my fella. I miss my bed. I miss decent tacos within walking distance. I miss warm arms to fall into each night. I miss home.
Posted by pogo at November 3, 2002 4:01 AM
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The “walking” in “decent tacos within walking distance” is definitely the operative word here.
Home is nice and clean. Hurry back before I mess it up again.
Posted by: jacob on November 3, 2002 12:16 PM
we walk through the world, we walk..
Posted by: pogo on November 7, 2002 2:57 PM