February 2012
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“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
clavid:
so i had to claim my lost keys at walmart’s customer service desk
“describe them to me,” says the doubtful black woman behind the desk.
“well there’s a keychain that says.. uh… cougar in training..”
“are these seriously your keys,” the woman asks me, a white 18 year old boy.
“yes. i’m sorry.”
this happened to me except it was somewhere else with my Pussy Wagon keychain… they...
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