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THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 110

The Meaning

But the bigger part of me
called me to keep everything.
I laid the different things I’d collected
all over the floor of my room
and pondered them.
They were like a puzzle
but without jigsaw edges.
Nothing seemed to fit together,
but I know it all does—it all will someday.
From the crumpled absentee sheets
to the front page torn from a library book
that screams a giant spoiler:
ALLEN AND TARA HAVE SEX AT THE END!!!
It all means something.
Everything here has meaning—or it did have meaning
for a little while.
I’ll find the meaning.

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THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 109

Love Note

When Liz left,
I took out all the things I’d collected—
the mementos of my school.
I still have the paper with
I DO NOT HATE CARRIE LAWSON
scribbled all over it.
I have a love note I found in the hall.
Hey baby whats up or
D
O
W
N
Not much here just chillin and feeling
really bad… I treated you like shyt
on Friday…

I think he got it and threw it away
because it was crumpled up,
scrawled in red pen,
so I could barely read it.
Maybe I should throw
this stuff away.

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THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 108

Not a Kleptomaniac

The concept of fancy dresses
made me nervous.
“Not really,” I said.
“You’re right,” said Liz.
“Pink’s not your color.”
She stuffed the pictures back
in her purse, and sauntered down
the hall like it was her house
and not mine.
She immediately spotted my room
and opened the door.
Her instant appraisal bothered me.
“Hm,” she said, “for some reason,
I thought you’d have a ton of papers
lying around. To be honest, I thought
you were one of those
kleptomaniac people or something.”
If she was looking for the archives,
did she really think I’d just leave them
sitting out?

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