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302/ August 10, 2011 - Fake Fairy Tales (From San Francisco)He’s said this to two other girls— the part in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind when Joel tries to hide Clementine in his childhood, so she will be saved, retained— but he was only able to really do that with me. Once, we looked at old family albums together and we were surprised to see each other in pictures of past birthday parties and school programs. There, on that tiny wooden chair by the corner, next to the cassette deck and the birthday noodles was a girl in lace-trimmed socks, ankles crossed, and mouth open in irrevocable laughter. She was laughing at something the birthday boy had said (you— do you remember?). The same girl is there on the picture of you without your blindfold, carefully calculating the distance between the bat and the piñata your father made.It was United Nations Month in one of my pictures and all the kindergarteners (kinder gardeners) put on a show. Was it Swedish, Turkish, I forget. But you had taken the place of my first dance partner, you in rolled up pants and Snoopy sneakers, eyes shy but unreluctant. That picture was a monument to the first time we held hands.All of this unknowingly, unwittingly, had taken place in history as we rewrote it. So go ahead, tell the new girl that you’re Peter and she’s Wendy because it’s not going to happen. We were already able to turn the bed into Never, Never-Again, Land.

302/ August 10, 2011 - Fake Fairy Tales (From San Francisco)

He’s said this to two other girls— the part in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind when Joel tries to hide Clementine in his childhood, so she will be saved, retained— but he was only able to really do that with me. Once, we looked at old family albums together and we were surprised to see each other in pictures of past birthday parties and school programs. There, on that tiny wooden chair by the corner, next to the cassette deck and the birthday noodles was a girl in lace-trimmed socks, ankles crossed, and mouth open in irrevocable laughter. She was laughing at something the birthday boy had said (you— do you remember?). 

The same girl is there on the picture of you without your blindfold, carefully calculating the distance between the bat and the piñata your father made.

It was United Nations Month in one of my pictures and all the kindergarteners (kinder gardeners) put on a show. Was it Swedish, Turkish, I forget. But you had taken the place of my first dance partner, you in rolled up pants and Snoopy sneakers, eyes shy but unreluctant. That picture was a monument to the first time we held hands.

All of this unknowingly, unwittingly, had taken place in history as we rewrote it. So go ahead, tell the new girl that you’re Peter and she’s Wendy because it’s not going to happen. We were already able to turn the bed into Never, Never-Again, Land.

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