5.11.2011
i don't know what kind of day this was like.
people will usually tell you that their lives were changed forever on days that were just like any other day, but what does "anyotherday" even mean in the first place? i tried to look it up in the dictionary once, but dictionaries only do you so much good before you realize words are just these things we invented. and the things we invent are usually made from pieces of plastic in places like china and bangladesh, and i was always told to buy american. so i don't really know what kind of day this was like.
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