before: Feb. 14, 2003 (8:49 am)

at six seventeen i was walking to david's house. i like that street because it's not flat but the hills are small and roll behind effortlessly. i walked past his house as usual. we talked about our english classes. we are reading the same book. he asked me what i had read and i listed the chapter numbers. i laughed at myself and he asked me about events.

his mom was talking to us about her worry. he showed me the track list of the mix tape he made for the trade. he wrote the lyrics down to the song i had asked for in december. she told me about her precautions and i felt unprepared. but it's tomorrow and i'm still here.

i was walking in the club and i heard my name called. and girls i knew smiled at me.

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