Leanne

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It's quite awkward. I was going to write it's all awkward, but it's not all, just quite. . . . Leanne's birthday may or may not be the same birthday as the last girl I was writing poems about. It's hard to tell because we live in different time zones. . . . I had hoped that Leanne had faked her death. And she would show up and say she fooled you. Fooled you, not me. Because I don't believe that she's dead. I'm obsessive, and so if one thing goes wrong, it ruins my whole life.