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February 3, 2007
i went through your things today. i was surprised to find no trace of my existance there. there were clothes on the floor, and a failed english paper a meter or so from your trashcan. you were never much with words, i don't know why i never noticed before. i found forty cents in pennies, scattered all around the floor. i counted them all, but did not bend to touch them. i turned them all heads up in my mind, so that they could watch you when you came home at night, if you ever did. you and your lies, your untied shoes.