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6 A.M. 9:55 p.m. 2003-09-18 Funny how i can't say things like good plan anymore without thinking of what you said. And every time i do, a smile is born and my stomach feels lighter for a few moments. There was a kind of... desperate happiness in those words. Like... one of us was Lennie and one of us was George and the words alone were enough to get us through. Except we're better than them, or just more fortunante, cuz someday itll happen. And even if everything else is still cold and hard when it does, i'll know that a few minutes out of each day will be good; walking downtown in our trench coats, armed with hot coffee and cell phones. back & forth |