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I am sitting at my desk with my thumb in my mouth, squeezing my jawbones. Only you would understand why I am doing this. I miss you. I have a lot of free time these days because I am either riding the bus or walking home from the drugstore, laden with my heavy, purple backpack with the bloodstains on it. I need the quiet so much more than I used to. I hate it when my roommate watches television and wants me to join her. Before I left for Israel, I used to watch six hours of tv a night. Six