10.18.2001
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Shortness
CF188: You wanna come over for supper to-night? Mysteria: sure. CF188: Okay. I'll pick you up at 6. We both knew there wasn't a chance in hell of me being able to pick her up at work. It's weird how even simple things like that become impossibilities for some people, whispers over AIM fill in for those over held hands; Letters sent across kilometres are proxies for conversations over coffee, or sitting on the couch and babbling about nothing at all. All I want to do is pick her up after work.
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