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When the fall has died, so have I... 2009-10-30 - 9:23 p.m. So, on my way into work this morning, I just cried, cried, cried. It probably had something to do with the song I had playing over and over and just the thoughts going through my head. I kept thinking about how CLOSE we get to these people - the muffins and their families. I mean, we see parents share the same bed (well, it's a couch bed, but they both still kinda fit) - that kinda shit is private in my book. And we see them when they first wake up in the morning and we see all kinds of stuff with the muffins - not only their whole bodies, but how they sleep, what they're afraid of, etc. It's just so deeply personal that it sometimes get to me - particularly since it's uninvited. |