too much time to think, too little inclination to do anything this christmas eve eve in dracut. can't focus to write or read; i tried watching
marie antoinette and got choked up when i opened the dvd case and saw the thank you note ashley wrote me when i let her borrow it back when we lived in central and i missed everyone from then more intensely than i have in a while, though the missing is always there. i've been here for a day and a half and i already want to be back in salem. i want to sleep in a bed that laura's slept in and i want to see catherine.
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