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Saturday.	Sep 6th, 2008 10:00:20 am - Subscribe
I was out so late last night. I didn't want to drag myself over to Kim's. It was hardly appropriate. Too late to have been entirely polite. They were awake of course. Faces painted up in the splendor of the night. Vibrant beautiful Kattie clutching the Baileys. I'm still so angry on her behalf. She'll smile for us, but we know. She wants to yell and cry and smash everything near us. She wants to plead and moan and pour out everything in her heart and mind. But, of course, she won't. She's too afraid of exposing herself. He didn't deserve her. And now he's going to have to live with the consequence. We were such good friends. I used to offer him help with his band. Perched on an amp, watching, laughing at Dean's silly bass poses. Matt. He loved Kattie. We all thought so. She can never forgive him. Emma arrived far later, and far more intoxicated than I did. She stumbled inside, opened the fridge and dropped a bottle. She left it there and wandered off to the bathroom, where of course she smashed a mirror. We didn't bother her. I eventually passed out, face-down. Intentionally of course, I didn't want to irritate my nape piercing. Nevertheless I had to wake up and have my share of worrying about him and us and everything. He's alright. We'll all be okay.
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