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jack fear.
i cant for the life of me think of what he is like, what his posts are usually about, or if i like the cut of his cloth. i could search, but i never do.
for some reason though, despite this lack of conscious knowledge, i think i like him.
you, even.
maybe thats it, talking like i'm on telly talking to no one in particular. maybe that doesnt help in the making of the friends and the acquaintances, and the remembering of personalities.
jack, i love you and missed you. even though i didnt notice i did. |
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