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today i stand tall and take back my soul.
Apr. 8th, 2009 09:32 amthis morning as i was getting ready for work, gabe was on the computer.
"it's april 8, today, right?" he says.
oh. my heart falls. i hadn't realized. "yes. it's april 8."
he types. i poke him. "it's april. eigth. gabe."
he looks at me. he doesn't remember. he can tell i'm trying to intone something.
"happy 3 years," i say.
he looks sad. he goes back to typing.
( reclaiming what is rightfully mine. )
"it's april 8, today, right?" he says.
oh. my heart falls. i hadn't realized. "yes. it's april 8."
he types. i poke him. "it's april. eigth. gabe."
he looks at me. he doesn't remember. he can tell i'm trying to intone something.
"happy 3 years," i say.
he looks sad. he goes back to typing.
( reclaiming what is rightfully mine. )
