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2005-10-26 7:36 p.m. The pajamas were placed, folded and clean, in a plastic bag. Then that bag was walked down to the Jimenez SuperMercado, in front of which was a clothing donation container, large and green. I don't need them anymore because the ghost keeps coming back and touching me and the pajamas do nothing, so I might as well sleep in the nude. For three days now, at 2:10 a.m., I've been woken up by a contented sigh and a cold face pressed against the curled nest of my chest hair. I don't know who she is or who she was. I know she parts her dark hair in the middle and that she's quiet. I think she's sleeping. I can't bring myself to shake and ask her. Both because she seems content and because I'm afraid of what she looks like. What if I gently nudge her and she looks up at me and-- I don't want to know. I don't want to know. It's going to be hard to explain if she sticks around when I manage to get a girlfriend. |
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1. today is nice 3. happy yesterdays 8. thanks for hosting 4. doing other things |
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