and then she was texting me boyfriend problems. she kept referring to him as josh, and she was in love with him. "is it me?" i thought, "am I the boyfriend?". there are a lot of people named josh.
moments before, i'd been in a car, trying to get across Seattle to fine, cheap pizza. the offramp to the 405 was sheer like a waterfall, and we decided it was a bad idea.
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