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whip myself scorned
2008-12-07 - 2:11 a.m.

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I dreamt he was on a stretcher and bleeding out, mumbling like Giovanni Ribisi in Saving Private Ryan. Under the blankets the scars in his legs had opened and the mattress was sopping him up. I started to cry, but before any tears could come out I realized I was lying on my left side in my bed, an hour before the alarm was going to go off.

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