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Because I need to say this.
Posted by: Vasudha on: February 15, 2009
So. I wrote these notes. Didn’t want to mail ‘em. Thought I’d post ‘em here instead.
Pirate:
I wonder why I never told you how wonderful you are — I should’ve said that while we were still on speaking terms. Do you remember how you used to make me to listen to you talking about sports, even though you knew I hated the ones you followed? I miss that now. No one else talks about cricket like you do.
And no one else reads my favourite books just to dissect them with me over Mountain Dew. (I know you’d rather have spent all that time reading Isaac Asimov than Ibsen or Ondaatje.) [...]
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Posted by: Vasudha on: July 29, 2008
To the girl who blows things out of proportion:
Hanging out together at Barista and Mickey D’s, and belonging to the same clique doesn’t make us friends. But it sure as hell makes me a hypocrite.
You say that you’ve got me all figured out: I’m too upright; I don’t respect traditions (your choice of words amazes me); I live in pathetic little worlds of my own; and, I am The Snob That Drinks Too Much Coffee. [...]
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