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I cooked rice last night. It worked this time. It’s the first time I’ve cooked rice without cheating. I even remembered to put the lid on, like you told me. You would have been proud. I went to tell you.

And when I cut up the pumpkin, I used the spoon to get the seeds out so I wouldn’t cut my hand, just like you showed me. I went to tell you.

Yesterday, yesterday I saw a bike. Not a fixie, not one of those scene-ster types, the ones you despise. It was a Trek - blue, red and white. Just like yours. I smiled. I went to tell you.

And on the weekend, on the weekend I went to a market with Soph. A vintage market. It was in a big old, rusty shed in a back-street in Brunswick. It was ruthless – sharp elbows, cranky shoppers. You would have loved it. I found a beautiful white shirt. It’s got ruffles at the front, with lace. And it has lace on the cuffs too. It cost me $5. You’d really like it; you might even pinch it from me. It would go well with those shoes we found that day, the pretty ones with the heel. The shop assistant said any man would struggle to pull them off, but we both knew you would look handsome in them. I went to tell you.

Oh, and that chocolate we bought, the over-priced lavender one. I warmed it with milk. You’d like it, it put me to sleep. But I’m always sleeping, so you wouldn’t find that unusual. I went to tell you.

I got my glasses. The ones we found that Friday when we traipsed around the city after the fight we had. The ones you said looked perfect. I’m no longer a road-hazard, I can see! I went to tell you.

I found a beautiful British racing green leather jacket; I just had to buy it. I’m broke, but you would say that I’m always complaining about being broke. It’s because I spend. I like to spend. I know you do too. My, you would really like the jacket. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, at that vintage store on Smith Street. The one I told you about. The one you said you enjoyed a whole bunch too. And when I tried it on, it fitted perfect, just like it was made for me. If it fitted you I’m sure you’d pinch it too. I went to tell you.

My coffee cup wall is growing. I have 18 coffee cups now. Fifteen from North Bird, two from Mixie and one from our day in the city, the one after the fight we had, from Brother. The birds look pretty. I took the water bottles down. They just looked plain silly. I took a picture today with my phone. I went to tell you.

I went to tell you a whole bunch, but you’re not here. You closed the door that let me through the wall. And I don’t have a key any more.