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i hear nothing. not a sound on the busy street, just the beat of my own heart. i have mail, from you.
you’ve got mail (1998) dir. by norah ephron
i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention


