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Washington, D.C.

a bit dorky. wickedly kind. still trying to find meaning in it all. i like losing my breath when i bike or that feeling i get when i watch clouds get all jumbled up over the cascades. i get a big wigged out when i realize that i am older than my parents were when they first met and fell in love. i believe that rocking chairs are cool. i don't laugh nearly as much as i want to. When i draw down one side of my lower lip after i say something, it is only because i am nervous and don't know what else to do. it also reminds me of someone i once loved.