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1992 I don’t know for sure what I’m avoiding, but I’m getting ready to know.
1993 It sounds as if I’m trying to decide something I’ve already decided.
1994 He wrapped his arms around me as he dozed and I rubbed my knuckles back and forth across his forearm, whispering, “I am running my cup across the bars of my jail. I am trying to erase you.”
1995 We had agreed to stay together for as long as we were good for each other, but we never took data or interpreted any data we stumbled over.
1996 “If you put it out there, it comes back to you,” he said the last time we spoke. He must have been thinking of the best things he put out there. I was listening to sirens wailing in the distance.
1997 One last letter, and then we’ll be strangers.
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