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I've Never Written An Autobiographical Novel In My Life. I've Never Touched Upon My Life. I've Never Written A Single Scene That I Can Say Took Place.

The Smiths Are Singing And Someone Says "turn That Gay Angst Music Off.

I Have To Return Some Videotapes

And Though The Coldness I Have Always Felt Leaves Me, The Numbness Doesn't And Probably Never Will. This Relationship Will Probably Lead To Nothing... This Didn't Change Anything. I Imagine Her Smelling Clean, Like Tea.

And As Things Fell Apart, Nobody Paid Much Attention