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Slowly I'm able to listen to more and more of her music.

This is among the saddest and stupidest aspects of what happened. That my grief was so strong it cut me off from the treasures she brought to my life.

High school graduation. June. Blond girl in a Who parka steps up to receive her diploma. Trips and falls in front of the assembly.

At home in her record collection are The Beat, Madness, the Specials, the Jam, The Cure, "Face Dances," "Rough Mix."

Exactly one year later, she returns there in the evening to play shadow tag, with two or three old friends, and one new one.

I know I'm shouting, I like to shout

Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down.
You let me down
You runaway and let me down.
You run away run away
Runaway runaway runaway and let me down.

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