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2/06/2007

Memory #2

posted 2:26 AM tags: memories

When I was around twelve I heard a new name on television, and I skated into the kitchen on my socks, where my mother was stirring something in the brownish-tinted glass pot on the stove. "Who's Marilyn Manson?" I asked. Her expression of pain almost made me sorry I'd brought it up.

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