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Wednesday, 10 January, 2007

I remember watching the premiere of Carnivale with you. It was not the only source of magic that week. I am now forced to find significance beyond what is provided. I miss everything. I even miss Texas. I don’t have that much time left.

My emptying chest provides no pleasure. I have to let you go, and in so doing I’m two for two.

It’s so dark here.

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