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12/25/2007
The Couch
December 25, 2007: The couch she used to rest on is probably gone by now. The storage people have auctioned it off. I can still see her, with her legs stretched out. Her dark brown eyes looked up at me as she held her coffee mug in her right hand. We would spend time together in the middle of the night and just talk. Talk about anything because both of us were very lonely. It was a brown and yellow striped couch. Not of great monetary value, but I felt and feel very sentimental about it. And the Cunningham Moving Company in San Francisco wouldn't wait for me to send them the check.
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