what Judy said to me? Her laugh
doesn't change from an outdoor
laugh to an indoor one. When I
go up escalators I feel like
touching the backs of people's
necks. These North Shore stations
are nice, aren't they? The last selection
criterion ruled me out: Must have
knowledge of denim. For every
cup there's a lid, they say. I've been
through so many lids I could
stack them up high. If u hadn't
told me u liked me so soon... 

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