After the Ecstasy, the Laundry...
Because someone broke into my house and stole my laptop.
With all my writing. And pictures.
The DVD player is missing, too, but I don’t care about that.
Because it’s not about the object.
It’s about the contents.
Hitting the pawn shops tomorrow. Hoping for the best.
Hope wasn’t on the hard drive. It’s on the heart drive.
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