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I send him a message thanking him for giving me Bob Dylan.

He responds, thanking me in kind for Liz Phair.

Later, I wonder if there is anything beyond blowjobs and heartache that i gave him which stuck. I don’t ask though. A couple of days later, I download all the Liz Phair songs I’ve avoided since we parted, because I might as well, right?

He was the prettiest thing I ever laid my hands on. I don’t know why I still feel guilty about that.


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