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Tuesday, Feb. 04, 2003
i can't get my mind out of that mold of wondering what he would say or what he would do or which laugh he would have put at the end of that joke, and i don't think there's anything wrong with that ... it just kills me every time. every fucking time.maybe it's because i'm never quite sure of the answer. unpredictable and witty, i could only tell from the angle of the light in his eyes.
