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The Lover of Another

So finally, after what felt like eons, Graham and I spoke last night. He sounded so... not Graham. Instead he sounded crushed and small.

So I asked How's the wife? Bad, he says. We fight all the time. I'm sorry Graham. That must be so hard... How about the housing situation - all straightened out? No. It's bad too. Crap. And on like that for a while and then...

So I go to the doctor on Monday. For??? Colon cancer.

Colon cancer. No no no. No you don't, Graham. You can't tell me that. You are wrong and that is that.

And it is moments such as that when I want to crawl through the modem wire and cross the great big ocean. I want to take care of my Graham, and he isn't even mine.

7:42 pm - 10.10.04
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