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2002-06-15 || 2:19 p.m. || a good fork || every early saturday morning after the friday night i have dreams of kissing him. i don't think i have ever actually touched him. beyond grabbing his arm to keep him from drunkenly throwing silverware across the table of a crowded restaurant. i would like to touch him. without there being any silverware in sight. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |