2005-03-25 - 1:41 a.m.
Would it hurt you to know you're in everything I do? That I can't pry open a can of garbanzo beans without feeling you next to me, laughing, that I even dump the remainder in a plastic tub because I know how much you hated storing food in metal cans? Sometimes, now, since then, my food tastes like metal.
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