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connie gram gram
my friend connor f. doyle. sitting on the floor of his bedroom, he looks at me as if asking, "why are you taking my picture?" this was the first time i had been over to his new apartment, and the scene looked right for a photograph. i got home really late that night, and i was kind f upset because i had class the next morning. i went over to an ex-girlfriends apartment the next night, and didn't get home until really late either. so that week was nt a good night for getting to bed early.