July 18, 2022
Dear _____,
I could have sworn I saw you on Hillhurst, the other day. Your arms were full of bags, on the street outside of Lassens. You looked professorial in a tweed jacket, with your silver hair kinda disheveled, in a boyish way. You seemed stressed. I nearly pulled my car over but traffic started to move. I thought about texting you, but remembered that I’m probably still blocked. I was so convinced it was you, that I stalked your twitter to try to find out where in the world you might be. Not in LA, apparently. It must have been wishful thinking. It wasn’t that I saw “you” and then I thought of you. It’s that I think of you all the time, an…
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