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December 31, 2005:

NEFA. AMS. That was her smell. The smell of her shampoo.

In a dream we passed each other in a complicated maze. Back and forth: me in front, her in front. Absolutely futile.

Eventually I reached my hand out, and she took it.

We should stop our fussin'.

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