Sunday, September 6, 2009
typewritten
Just a few weeks ago a poster tube arrived at my home, but by then I had already moved in and started school. The sender was none other than Max, and he'd meant to have it in my hands before I started classes, but since I missed it, I didn't get to open it for another week until my sister brought it to me from home. I opened the tube and inside there were two pieces of paper - one small lined leaf torn from a little notebook and one continuous six page length of old accounting spreadsheets, carefully rolled up and nursing a tear. 6 typewritten pages condensing the last 9 and 1/2 months since I last saw him.
You crazy bastard, now you respond to me!
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beautiful
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