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July 11, 2012
Somewhere on fringes of my frayed mind roosts a memory of going with someone to fly a kite. I can't remember whether I was a kid and it was with an adult or it was a date, whether I went of my own volition or whether I was dragged or maybe somewhere in the middle, as in the case of a date, where I would have pretended I was into it but only agreed to go so my date would think I was the kind of chick who would fly a kite and not tell him to go fly one.