promise what you may

i looked at the tiny bottom right of my phone screen. of course, there it is, 1-Oct-09, blatantly staring back at me.
i can faintly smell 2o1o already, and i have a feeling october will be just supersonic.
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we were in the room with peeling walls. there we were- the bully, the companion, the story teller. here we are now- the young adult, the person you hear from once in a very long while, the person you have never met for 3 years straight.