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August 03, 2006



This may be sentimental, but it still made me tear up. What will I ever do, if I stop having you around to fictionalize what's happened and remind me what to feel?

One thing, the next thing, whatever gets us through. And certainly the future, for all of us.

Thank god you didn't mention my actual leaving scene, where when you and Friend One started to cry I stood and gave Friend One a stiff, cursory hug and ran for the car mumbling something about 'not doing goodbyes'.

Friend One

I still haven't had a chance to tell you how much this entry meant to me. And also how beautifully it was written. Friend Two is right as usual: You are our record keeper, our sage, our mother all rolled up into one.


I stumbled across your blog while I was in the process of doing some online research. I have friends just like yours, those enviable people who can take junkshop finds and make them look like something Martha Stewart would have in one of her magazines!

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