he says your name out loud, in miniature rooms where no one's found; it's a desperate sound. you're on the distant shore! and he wants to tell you stories, stories of boys who stomped their feet, saying, "shut, shut up—I am dreaming of places where lovers have wings."

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12:57 a.m.
kevin: my mom took out a life insurance policy on me over break
kevin: i had a blood test to see if i'd ever had alcohol or drugs or whatever
kevin: then yesterday
kevin: she sends me an email
kevin: saying i am too skinny
kevin: and my policy is worth 250k less than it would be
kevin: and could i go get myself remeasured
kevin: so we could have a higher valuation
kevin: WHEN I DIE

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