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Narcissa Today I sat in a cafe with one new friend, one acquaintance, and one particularly beautiful German teacher. We ate quiche and watched the rain. Zeke may be coming to town. I'm angry at myself about how easily I feel snubbed, how easily I decide I have been forgotten, that I never really mattered to begin with. And I feel strangely outward-directed, strangely merged with myself. I'm missing my frenetic dialogue a bit. It seems to be taking a break. It's a little too quiet in my head, which would make me grateful for my bubbling trickle of insecurity, except not, and it's mostly just self-indulgence, I think, maybe. Or something. |
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