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| ( 11.15.05 + 8:56 pm ) the tip of the iceberg I just got back from the most amazing romantic weekend ever. It was with this fellow named Dave: music major, graduated from Wesleyan last year, lives in Brooklyn, works at a non-profit children's chorus on the upper east side, working on a novel for NaNoWriMo, livejournals I can link you to, writes me e-mails, calls me and such. This romance struck me at a time when I was skeptical of all romance. I don't need this, but I have lots of it, and I will eventually let myself become dependent on it. Eventually.
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