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2012-12-20 - 1:41 a.m. I just figured out how to end this thing. I never thought, ten years ago, five years ago, that I'd be writing about love. Not like this. Diana, my first real girlfriend, has proven to be right. And I am now wrong. We were eighteen, lying naked in her bedroom in her oldest sister's townhouse in Ellicott City. A song came on WHFS, and I said why is every song about love or finding it or losing it? And she looked to the ceiling and said what else is there, really? And I didn't believe her. But, now, yes, she's right. It's always about love. 1 comments so far
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