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2009-04-03
died


I died wearing a flannel shirt under the streetlights of Stockton. I died dreaming of alarm clocks bobbing in the ocean. I died in a tumble of headaches and nausea.

I left behind someone I loved in a great big pool of silence and empty freeways.



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