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March 2, 2013
Her bathroom walls looked like dirty stucco. Collages of artists and layered landscapes attempted to divert your attention. I saw a quote she used to use 7 years ago on Myspace to the right of the sink. She was applying makeup and running her fingers through her short, bleached hair. She affirmed what I was thinking. After 2 years, she's on her own again. She's changing. She's vying for time to center herself amidst the rat race. She lives alone, too. And neither one of us is in college anymore, but we're still in our prime, I'd remind her optimistically.