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June 11, 2002 - 11:40 p.m. i have been sick-ish for the past few days now. it's the usual wintertime sequence: i am currently somewhere between stages 2 and 3. i was feeling particularly terrible last night, after having taken an australian version of sudafed - called, surprisingly enough, sudafed - on an empty stomach. (i usually spend a good half hour trying to explain to someone what i need before they figure it out. brand names are rarely the same here.) i nearly fainted at the dinner table, and simon quickly escorted me to the bedroom. i'm sure his parents were wondering why i was so spaced out. i sat on the bed and tuned out, while simon gave me kisses and started talking in a very soft voice: hello arm. {kiss} i don't know how he comes up with this stuff, but it's why i love him. the next person who asks me how i know i'm ready to be married, i can easily say i just know.
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