Saturday, April 4, 2009

PS

"I know what I'm doing," I tell myself. "I know exactly what I'm exposing myself to." I have a memory, I know all the shit he's done, and the shit he hasn't. Each memory highlighted and outlined in its own right. I may be vulnerable, but . . . I can't help that. I just have to do this. I know no other way.

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