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12.26.07 / 8:50 pm
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i did not forget to write you a story, though i certainly wish i had; funny, now. i'm a fool to pretend that i didn't know what it would mean, what it meant; such a great imagination.she asked me how to change her life and do something new, and i said a step of will would take her anywhere she wanted; though i never could make that step myself. a (super)tramp i cannot be, though i do wish i could; (cannot) return to the state of nature, thrust into the wild to have a life without excuses, raw, as a matter of principle. such a great imagination.
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