I look dull, no?
Frustrated.
Lonely.
It was the beginning of seismic changes, of BusySmartyPants and solo days and nights, of gutting out stories and thinking too much about not thinking so much.
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A photographer friend snapped my picture last night. She has an eye, let me tell you. This is so you, she said, showing me me, looking candid and direct.
This girl wouldn't know that one, I don't think.
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