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can see these weirdos walking around in their visors, cameras in hand, reveling in relationships that are not quite platonic, but not quite sexual, or relationships that are sexual, but not quite committed. i am not one of these people. i stay inside the train, cowering. headphones clamped over my ears
like the leaves. and so the stupid, stupid, heartbreak i felt last night when i made my misguided venture into ambiguityland was, i'd like to say, for the record, not indicative of how my fall is going to be. because i am not stepping foot in that godforsaken place again, even if this train stays broken...
https://breakupbabe.blogspot.com/2007/02/