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April 14, 2007
I couldn't eat. I like you so much..." visited my friends for dinner, they shut the door. Visited his friends at a bar, danced, they collapsed. More driving. Leg patting, little secrets unfolded. "Barry's not feeling well, Daisy." Pull over Joe. Now. "It's okay, you can only take so much sometimes." He said patiently, outside a car dealership. My friend Erin told me to pace myself but I wanted to see her when the tingling subsided. They both talked about finances and jobs, and recent events as I recuperated mostly and said a few things here and there with tea.