11·25·01 Early Afternoon

25-NOV-2001 13:00
I'm back in Worcester, with my crate o' books. So here it is:

[...] Rikki had turned up just when he needed something to get him going, something to aim for. So he'd set her up as a symbol for everything he wanted and couldn't have, everything he'd had and couldn't keep.
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I've built her up in my mind so much, I wonder if it'd even be right, or fair to her, to say anything.