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I always hate it when someone I count on gets promoted out of my everyday life. Nothing bathes one in neoteny like being left behind by someone off to college. One morning they’re with you, the next, they’ve departed - dropping away, like Icarus, into those freer, more exciting, college seas. Callie did that - it wasn’t her fault, exactly, that she was two years older. Man, I’ve missed her company. I’m a vampire for her tales of sordid doings and it was fun telling her my everything so she could laugh at my mistakes. I’ve really missed her coaching - between my every romantic play. Sometimes I’d pause in my studies or practice - those seemingly slow motion choreographies that'll lead to MY future - to glance across our joined yards where I can see her window. I’d hope to see a light - like she broke camp, escaped her quarantine and somehow made it home - like the moon stepping out from behind the clouds.

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Date: 7/24/2021 12:03:00 PM
Will the AMA be impressed with your imagination and gift of words? I am!
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Date: 7/24/2021 6:42:00 AM
I wonder if your BFF's will say the same things about you as you say about Callie when you make your way to New Haven next month?
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Date: 7/24/2021 7:41:00 AM
Probably - at least I HOPE I’ll be missed. =]