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| The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.) | The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.) | The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.) | |||
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letter to neo: hardly what you expect
dear heart: i'm a bit confused here, my most reticent boy. do you not want to engage in drunkenbowlingkaraoke ever again, and if not, why not? was it because i suggested that you bring heath? was it because mel and i wear too much lipstick and you would rather not be seen in the company of jezebels? was it the self-righteous comment or the feast or famine comment? was it because i stooped to talking to a theater major? all of the above? none of the above? a and b? b and c? a and c? there are only eight more weeks, dear heart. and, since finals week doesn't count, only seven more weeks. and, since this thursday and next thursday don't count, really only six, and then we'll be done. yours, as always, sublingua
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