Thursday, January 31, 2008

Laura Pretend

by Ari Collins

You'd tell your favorite stories at your own funeral, and we'd pretend they were new. You'd hug us, and later you'd say too loud, "All my exes were there and there wasn't blood!"

But really, we'd all pretend to accept your apology for missing the whole thing in your eternal haze.

You still haven't apologized.

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