Same Time, Next Year

2004-11-06
10:57 p.m.

My dear neglected diary,

And so it goes. Fall it is. And the call comes. Should I, would I, could I. And I agreed, because it was an odd day. On odd days I still love him. And on even days I don't. The day we shall meet will be an odd day. But midnight comes.

Anna

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