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May 2, 2007
Jebediah realized, despite the rich devil's advocacy of a close friend, that this was NOT the first time. Right?
Ten years ago, the emotion materialized under the glow of parking lights on a rainy night. It smirked at him like an angel. It clamped onto his upper and lower jaw with both hands and creeped into him like a drug, slowly. There was a windmill involved, blowing "razor-blade memories" around afterward. Later, deemed a "short-lived infatuation."
But now Jebediah found himself left with a "short-lived love", a naivety, the emotion, another pen (again), but, most importantly, time. Going home, away, home again.