Aline complains from the bed that her head hurts. She’s good at pretending not to know the causes of things. I'm moved to change my clothes every thirty minutes, but I'm not moved to be naked every thirty minutes. There were days I used to think I was writing letters from love to her, where I'd write ten pages & then go back & look at it, find no two sentences that latched onto each other. Nothing makes sense. I spent most of yesterday teaching two kids how to take CDs out of their jewel cases

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