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July 31, 2003
That urge starts sometime between lunch and the afternoon cup of coffee. A twinge at first, brought on by a song or embarassing moment. But by the time that cup of coffee is over, the one that follows the 5 O'clock factory bell, there's a collage of observations, funny things, artifacts and passion that I can't wait to paint for you over that scratchy phone line. But life happens after work, and I'm left only checking my machine to see if maybe you called. Walking in at 10:30 then, the first thing on my mind is always dialing your number.