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Monday, September 29, 2003

i am losing the battle for just being friends. i get up and pull on teacher skirts with tights and hop around the room like a six-year-old, singing fragments of the songs the alarm clock sang earlier---but very quietly so as to not wake the boy---throwing glances at his moppet hairdo and sleeping posture and wrist covered in my wristbands and can't stop myself from holding my hands over my mouth with full-hearted delight at the fact that it is springtime and there is the boy, right there, asleep.


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