March 2012
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My favorite memory of you was the time you got my most-liked Bukowski book in the mail. We skyped into the early hours of the morning, the pages of our books illuminated by our computer screens as we took turns reading aloud random passages until we fell asleep. I hope I don’t only remember the bad things about you. I want to hold onto this memory.
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