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Twenty-two
<<2005-10-24 - 11:05 a.m.>>

Go to bed alone. Wake up alone in the grey halflight. Do not wake up curled into someone else's shoulder, his arm around you, yours around him. Do not blink up into his face. Do not feel him pull you close and closer and whisper, I love you so much, and certainly do not under any circumstances have slow waking-up sex.

Yes, I am back in Portland.

But it was a lovely birthday with Freestyle and drinks in the East Village and a three-hour chatty lunch with my mother and I am 22, welcome to adulthood, welcome, welcome. Saturday morning Ken said sleepingly, "We should live together," and I plunged back to sleep and had a nightmare about trying to get out of getting married. And when I asked him about it, tentatively, he didn't remember.

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