Tuesday, August 10, 2004
you're everything that makes me believe
On my walk to work this morning, the occurance that I've been waiting for all summer finally happened. I passed my ex-dog on his morning walk with his new owner. The owner did not recognize me as the girl who sat in her living room on year prior sipping iced tea, and the dog was too busy sniffing a tree and wagging his tail to notice if a familiar smell wafted by. I did not introduce myself to the owner, and I did not pet the dog. I just kept walking.
Note: don't miss the metaphor.
1:18 PM
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