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from the memoirs of michaeli met a girl named lucy once. she had long chocolate brown hair that split at the ends and a defeated smile. her eyes changed color - from blue to green to hazel to sad. she had bitten nails and peeled skin.from the memoirs of michael
lucy lived across the street and two doors over. at night she would much-too-often leave her blinds open. i tried not to peek but every so often as i passed my window, i'd notice her on the phone or reading the last few pages of 1984 [i counted her do this six or seven times] or looking out her window at the starless nights.
i was only fifteen back then. i was just the son of the man who screamed at his wife nigh
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i miss the time when everything
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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