min, dear min,

as zach has scrunched his hoodie-sweatshirt into sleepy oblivion, eileen was consoling/consoled on her cellphone.

nate is yelling somewhere sounding legitimate, sarahmarie was working at the tribune and looked dead when i saw her eyes.

miguel, in disbelief, decided to talk to me about covering the magnetic fields and now, all i can sing is "it's only fair to tell you i'm absolutely cuckoo"