Tuesday, Jun. 14, 2005 - 6:33 p.m.

I was sitting on my front steps having a ciggy (because the quitting smoking is going great this afternoon) after receiving an email I wanted / didn�t want (did want) from someone I care about a lot who is far away. Then some guy on my street started playing guitar and singing a very pleasant indie-fied version of The Spinners I�ll be around, I sat and listened and thought that fate, and boys with guitars, can be unnecessarily and unknowingly cruel.

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