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Dia Sessenta e três

I was peeing sitting down this morning (I do that when I want to chill), real sleepy-eyed, still kinda half-dreaming, and I had the door open (I do that when I want to be able to chat with Neil), and I was sitting there stoked for Hillary, because she had obviously won by a landslide, and I was like, “Dude, what time’s our meeting again?” And Neil, in his bed, eyes still closed, mutters, “He won.” And I smiled smugly, because I knew it meant I was still dreaming – silly subconscious.
It feels inconsequential and self centered to talk about our lives today. Some major stuff happened for me but we can get to it later. My heart is with y’all.

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