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The bed always feels ten miles wide when you're gone, and I can't sleep, but Ursen's with me. We made a robot tonight out of things from the junk drawer and then Ursen took me outside with his vibrating back massager with the blue lights on it and gave me a tour of the yard with a map he pulled from his drawer in the studio. "According to my research, this is the house," he said, looking up from the map.
At bedtime he said: "I think the three most important holidays are Valentine's Day, Mother's Day and Father's Day."
"What about Halloween?" I said.
"It's not as important," he said.
I love how he can make me laugh with his gravitas. Such a little vaudevillean sentimentalist.
The party's tonight, but I'm sick of my public life and don't feel like being there without you.
Your blog is so beautiful. You should be a photographer. I'll buy you a nice camera if you want.
It's 4:05 a.m.
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