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January 5, 2015
Today I remember Lola Liling. She lives in Alameda and she's been very kind to me. I like to think she's fond of me. She doesn't mince her words so sometimes I dread talking to her because I'm too sensitive for direct talk. She listens intently to what I say, and that's what draws me to her I guess. We can talk and listen to each other for hours. I miss sleeping on the couch beside her bed. I miss her cackle, her steady hands on the wheel. She brought me to Ballena Bay one time, I liked that day.