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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Wed, Mar. 20
... brown haired girl
The phrase keeps haunting me. I want to know if what I saw was real. I want to know if that's what was really written. Or if it was merely the product of my overactive imagination or an unexpected foray into that which I wish I knew.

"Write about the brown haired girl one last time."

Am I supposed to write one last time? Am I the brown haired girl? Is someone supposed to write about me? Am I supposed to write about someone else? Or is it all just the product of too many restless nights and bad pizza before bed?
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posted at 11:58 p.m.