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September 19, 2011

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Ian

That seems very right about the secret names. I'll confess that when walking around and feeling for whatever reason pleased, I would frequently sing to myself a little ditty I'd built off one of my pet names for my partner. It had become a kind of aural totem I repeated to signify something like at-homeness with the world. I didn't quite understand that that was what it was until the relationship ended, and catching myself using it would stun me into feeling just the opposite.

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