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2003-09-25

I am homesick for Vic who wants to be a hotdog vender.

For dear Yvette who wanted to be a psychic.

For Keith with the Louis Prima crush and Woody Allen mannerisms.

For my dad and that promised motorcycle ride while the streets are still pavement.

For the lighthouse that looks like a crude rocket.

Kev and his skinny sister booty shake.

I miss my sister with endless facts about plants.

My lovely tired mother who cries when I leave always and shoves dollars into my pocket.

I feel like I'm starting to sightsee. A world of glass and wind. My school schedule starts in january, math classes at 9 and 1.

I miss everyone. love.



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