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July 09, 2006 / 11:05 a.m.
waking up in a hotel bed thinking about the stewardess who was wearing the same perfume as you, so I guess that means by default I'm thinking of you. I wrote a poem on the insert of the in flight magazine detailing our charted course and how it all went wrong. when I come home I swear I'm going to try and make this right.