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September 19, 2010
Your foot rested on my knee. Tying your laces. Cris-crossing each strand. Following the pattern on my feet. Like a snowshoe. Almost. Personalized All-Stars. Flows well with the multi-coloured bracelets on my arm. Too bad it's not enough.

20 seconds later and I'm tired of tying. I continue though. Because I hate living my friendships vicariously through electronics. I need you to be my real world go to girl. Who else do I have?

She lives 600 miles away. My summer delight. Is an education in heaven worth the loneliness?

I smile and start on the other.