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--- J E S S I C A C H I U I can't say much but sad and not be too tragic--we hate that. I must straighten this anxious moment up--it's small and nervous in my stam- mering throat. I won't eat to- day and forever. You can't make me peanut butter and jelly and ginger tea from New York. The phone won't hold anyone that close. I don't remember light this heavy and nights don't shut up, either. Though I catch you in all directions, straight on sends me scattered. scared. to philadel- phia and no further. I miss you already and right now, most. |
© crossconnect 1995-1998
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university of pennsylvania
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