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  • My bedsheets were on the floor when the sound of dust on a record still spinning from the night before woke me. It was 7:29. My alarm clock sounded a minute later; I turned it off towards the end of its crescendo.
    I spent the morning at the Goodwill looking at audio cassettes. I saw a shirt that reminded me of you.
    It's been years and I've still never told you how I feel. I know you wouldn't care.
    I think that you wouldn't.
    I've been told that I don't know what love is, that I'll never know until it's mutual.
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