magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

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2 July 2001

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stef spent the night even though i had to get up early for work. it rained during the night and cooled off. the air being pulled through the window above the bed by the fan in the bathroom was too cold. the air inside was still too hot. but it was okay because i felt lucky to have her lying there next to me. and it was even okay when the garbage truck woke us up at quarter after five in the morning.

i worked from nine to nine. i had planned on walking over to 438, eating something, calling stef to make plans for tomorrow night, and then heading home and to sleep. but stef stopped by towards the end of my library shift to share the latest news, both good and bad, of her trials of this new phase in her life. which made heading home alone a little harder, but it also felt nice that she came to see me even if only for a few minutes before we headed off in opposite directions.