___let us endeavor to live, so that when we die, even the undertaker will be sorry___ (Mark Twain)
11.10.2005
thursday
i am sitting next to my new friend in the small-town book hole.
i am leaving so i can change out of my scrubs and write in a nice coffee place in yet another small town.
i hope you are well.
yeah, i am too.
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