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A collection of stories, poems, and ramblings about love. I stood outside your door and listened to the way you played guitar. I thought you were beautiful. I can still remember the way you walked towards me that first day. The bulletin board on your door. Can we make a difference? Do you still g.

Yeah, Good Luck With That. How we do laundry in China. When you move to a new place, everything stands out to you. My first night in China, I swatted at the light switches in my apartment trying to understand how they worked. So many of these little things are familiar to me now, so I should record them so I remember what it is like to be surprised. My dad asked me a lot of those kinds of questions. What does gas cost? What happened on winter break.