| April 26, 2004 9:21 p.m. | love poems on cell phones |
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14 Mission early evening Once his little brother was out of earshot, he confessed his love to the recepient of his cell phone conversation. "You make me cry thinking about how much I love you." He whispered, sheltering his voice with cupped hand but I could hear it all because I was sitting next to him, pressed into a crowded bus.
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