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Writing on my wall. Pictures in my phone. The shirt i'm wearing. The shampoo in my shower. The third column of poetry on Brandon's fridge. An account on Vincent's xbox 360. The start page of my browser. A nintendo game on my couch. A fat chicken on my mother's table. A number on my caller ID, which is slowly working its way down the list as new calls come in.

And now there are daffodils growing in my back yard.