I was supposed to give a friend input on what he wrote.
Perhaps I even intended to write him notes in the margins,
to write a compliment to his vision and effort,
but there were other things on my mind.
I read what he wrote and I liked it,
but for the last seven months
I’ve been really fucked up about Cicero getting killed
so I didn’t know how much I could help.
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