it's not funny to do things that i used to with you on my own. i can't believe so many things and so many years have passed since i first saw you at my door in the IFSC. i miss our house in dublin and everything that happened when we lived there. it was good being in london too but very different and not the same as ireland. sometimes when i'm on the tube i think about dublin and i smile a lot. i hate that place but i love to think about it. i miss michael and margaret and our rabbits and my kitchen all dirty with carrot juice everywhere including the walls, popcorn and the hills, samsara and the boys with cute noses. i miss being embarrassed because i kissed someone i shouldn’t the night before.
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