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The fuck? Band of Horses is playing in St. Augustine but they canceled Seattle? Oh Ben, we are so broken up. We're through. First, Matt left the band and so you stopped playing his songs. Then, there was that saxophone/Rolling Stones cover thing at the Block Party. Then you moved out of town. But now this? I'm not sure if even a really good new album will make me love you the way I did that night at the Croc when there were only about thirteen of us in the audience.

Also, this whole boy situation is a little like being punched in the neck by someone who sincerely believes they're doing you a favor. Argh.

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Added to the list of emails one never expects to get is one that goes, hey, remember this childhood friend of yours? He got electrocuted by jumping into a pool with a faulty light fixture.

Seeya, Steve. Thanks for all the cigarettes, and for being the only one who didn't call me "shrimp."