"I heard The Shins today," she said to her roommate. "Do you like The Shins?"
"Not really," her roommate replied.
"They kinda remind me of ..." she started, with that reminiscent look on her face.
"... Of which one? 'What's-His-Face'? Or, 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'?" her roommate replied dryly.
A wry smile crept over her face as she laughed at herself. "Yeah, that one..."
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- Ali
- Fascinated by the movement of desire through Myth, literature, lyrics, religions, history, and shared experience -- and loving any good love story that arrests the heart and warrants a good sized cry towel -- I am a hopeless romantic at heart. But also a heady academic with a penchant for the feminine divine, who is rooted in a darling body wrought with emotions and feelings and perceptions of the vast and interpersonal relationships of the world, and effervescently intrigued by the dissolution of the fuzzy boundaries of self and other. More about me here: www.auspiciousprojects.com and twitterpated here: @manifestcookies
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