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All I ate today were cookies. Cookies, and a sandwich, and cereal. And more cookies. And now I told Tyler I’d make him cookies because he’s having blood taken and cookies would make him feel better. So more cookies again. I’m so health conscientious. Fuck journalism—I should direct my ambitions into becoming a nutritionist.

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When you love someone, you talk to them. You try to reach out, even if there’s a distance. Actually, no—especially if there’s a distance. That’s just more of a reason to try and connect. Except it’s not that easy. Except, sometimes I think it’s a lost cause. I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the amount of times I’ve woken up thinking, “… what the hell happened to us?” We’ve never been...

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