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○ <B>Playlist For An Extreme Occasion of</b> the<i><u> Blues of Missing The Wife</i></u>
i. HAERTS, <a href=>be the one</a>
ii. stevie wonder, <a href=>don't you worry 'bout a thing</a>
iii. heavy d & the boyz, <a href=>now that we found love</a> (ft. aaron hall)
iv. men without hats, <a href=>the safety dance</a>

<I>Text message, unsent, 12:53 PM:</I>
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<i>Text message, read, 8:45 AM:</i>
💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

<i>Text message, sent, 1:51 PM:</i>
I need to get this off of my chest
(1:52) I'm way too invested in this Meek Mill/Drake feud
(1:52) WHY IS IT SO INTERESTING
(1:52) AND MEEK'S DISS TRACK IS TERRIBLE

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<td width="25%" valign="top"><div align="justify"><font color="#000000" face="" font="font" size="2"><b>•</b> Songwriters, lovers, and madmen assign meaning to meaningless events. The interpretation of a line of text, the way you keep pulling the same colour of Skittle from the package, or those moments where you both happen to hit send on a text at the very same time. Sometimes it feels like more than chance, especially when there’s something or someone missing. These moments and silent sparks make the missing more bearable.

<b>•</b> This seems like perfect first date attire. Second, third, and hundredth date, even.

<b>•</b> I’ve not much to say right now. I feel like it’s my duty to let you know that I’m doing Once in the West End at the moment so you should come catch a show. Say hello, let’s grab a drink after.

○ <b>Visual catch up</b>
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<td width="25%" valign="top"><div align="justify"><font color="#000000" face="" font="font" size="2">○  <B>Things I heard but not listened</b>
"Why do you smoke?"

A shrug. It was the only thing I could muster as first. I exhaled sharply and watched the way the smoke sat in the air as I grasped to find an answer that wasn't complete shit.

"You don't even have a reason, do you? You fancy yourself a tortured artist but you need the habits to play the part, don't you?"

"Should I say anything or just let you continue?"

"You're going to fuck up your voice."

"Not right away. It adds character over time."

"You'll get lines."

"Maybe that's my mission."

"It's not as romantic as you think it is."

And back and forth we would go every time she approached the subject. I had never wanted to quit for her and perhaps that was indicative of the type of relationship we'd had; not much give and not much reason to. We wore each other out before I eventually wore out the habit for myself.

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