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september 29th, 2001 / 1:48 a.m.
it's cold and foggy in this place. my perception is skewed through the clouds, but i think i can see a clearing up ahead. i thought i saw your blonde hair and blue eyes passing me by, and no i'm not hitting on you when i take you to that place with that bench by the lake on this star-less lovely night.