I have five things to do in exactly 28 days.
Six if you count some mandatory but cursory paperwork.
And in the meanwhile, packing lists.
Address changes.
I am in love, love, love.
I think today my ex was stalking RBH.
He watched us from afar. It was odd.
The thing that made me wonder if it was on purpose
was more the dark look across his face
than regularly scheduled narcissi.
One year from now maybe everything will be different
Again
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