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Sunday, February 15, 2009

And if the mist ever lets the sun through...

We had a talk last night.
She wants me to go.
Its either she'll never forgive me [for leaving], or I'll never forgive myself [for not leaving].
I must do this while I'm young.
That's what she said.
I'm considering, yet I know my answer.

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