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Sep. 3rd, 2004 06:09 pmUntil I met you, you didn't exist.
I listen with polite incomprehension and raised eyebrows as you tell me of your past, forgetting the tales as soon as they're told. They're fictions, to me.
It's strange that you remember your fictions so much clearer than I do mine...
I listen with polite incomprehension and raised eyebrows as you tell me of your past, forgetting the tales as soon as they're told. They're fictions, to me.
It's strange that you remember your fictions so much clearer than I do mine...
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