sometimes i miss books the same way i miss people.
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- fishtailing.
- a friend of mine.
- the more i wonder.
- she is sad lately, and.
- pas si simple.
- somewhere in her weak heart.
- elbows on the window sill.
- mirror shots.
- without sentimentality or moralizing.
- the great love of my life.
- most of us need the eggs.
- scrapbooks filled with newspaper clippings.
- the victors belong to the spoils.
- we were a strange bunch of kids.
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