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Hi, remember me? Oh, no? Well, I remember you. We met when I was 13, you came into my house every Wednesday or so and then, remember you were in all of my teenage dreams at night? How… could you forget me?
Remember, I got a computer and printed your photo on that inkjet and hung it above my bed, like the Catholics hang a photo of Mary. I would look up at you each night and think, “Christ, that Jordan- he doesn’t get you like I get you.”
Then you got involved with that guy, Ben Lee, and I threw away all the cd’s I owned that were recorded by australian artists. I didn’t like Silverchair much anyway.
I just don’t know how you could be such a big part of my life, Claire and still I’m not on your radar.
Well, I hope you read this, and email me or something, because I think at least you owe me that.
Forever,
Michael Waskom
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