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saturday, november 7, 1998, 04:38 there are nights when i want to write. when i want to tell, in great detail, of the burning sidewalk which i saw as i walked home from the theatre after i left the lab. of the friendship recultivated after laying dormant for a while. of being tired. and confused. and all of those things. but it'll have to wait. probably for some piece of fiction. to really come out it'll have to wait for more time. 'cause right now, i'm real tired, and cranky and haven't done any work in a long, long while.
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