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| amy | when I was reading this in Seattle, just some old publication I picked up on the discount stand on the street, I was, let me tell you, perfectly thrilled. now I read it, and I understand myself better, and I can't complain. that thrill, though, that thrill. it's gone, and I don't miss it. I've medicated the emotion away, or I grew out of it? I wouldn't know who would know, a fact which tends to make me all gloomy and such. | 080509 |