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Kate
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Tuesday, August 13, 2002
Nicole and I ran 4 miles in the sweltering heat discussing our favourite books. After practice I quickly changed into altered jeans and "Matt Robinson's shirt only in green" as Julianne mentioned, and for no apparent reason, my lucky black thong. I deemed it lucky because it was the first one that I ever bought, in February, for that dance but not a dance at school, because I was going with you. Pseudo-marching-band practice came, and so did you, and Austin, and everything was right. Two hours later, we were dismissed and you noticed Stephen James Shafer, who was standing outside the gym. Yes, he was there, with his hair extra long and his shirt extra oxfordy. I made eye contact for the quickest division a second can be split into and walked away, the conqueror, because I did not have a convulsion, because I am over you. Because I can see you and not want you. Because I have friends who care and who buy special soap and make mix cds and who forget to bring bass drums and who are philosophically pure, and I don't need you. Thank you all!
And he quickly walked out and quickly walked in when he saw the three of us, and I prayed for you on the car ride home, and I think that you are safe, emotionally and in all ways.
See what a lucky thong will do to an evening?
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