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Ok, so I had coffee with the chasing boy, and...I'm still on hiatus. He's kind of like Donovan (the boy I met at the gay bar last year) redux--you know, backwards baseball caps and Pioneer Square. Perfectly nice but just...whatever.

Also, he totally called me 'sam.' I'm ok with other people calling me sam or whatever, but not people that I've just met.

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Dear samantha,

just because you like to mend your clothes while you're drunk does not mean that you should forget to pick up your needle and return it to your sewing kit. You know as well as I do that you will eventually find that needle again with your bare feet.

love,

me