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i told him this morning i was sick, but when i talked to him this afternoon i told him i left work early.. he calls me and says 'you're a liar.. you didn't go to work' and i said, 'why do you say such things!' and he says, 'because i have your keys' so there you go. it's impossible and i'm doing nothing nothing nothing cause i've got this headache and this throatache and it's all just a bunch of yukache and i'm reading old entries and reminiscing and kind of missing the way i used to write and missing the apartment and such and the guitar player downstairs starts playing 'street spirit' and i am hit with a surface case of nostalgia.. but it doesn't run deep, it doesn't stick MORE IMPORTANTLY
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