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May 19, 2002
I think I loved a girl once. She dyed my hair henna red in the bathtub and we went swimming. She went crazy in the 9th grade, ran out of social studies to take a shower in the locker room. I had to follow her, but then I didn’t know what to say. She, curled up naked on the while tiles under the stream of hot water, sobbing like her heart was dust. I got my swimsuit from my locker, put it on, and joined her, cradling her soaking head in my lap until she started to sigh and hiccup.