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Peter Tuesday, May 7, 2002 - Peter. Peter Parker. The Amazing Spider-Man. My Former Former Boyfriend. Peter's last name isn't really Parker, but he was a spider-man. Maybe he still is, I don't know. He's a journalist, but when I was with him, he had a sideline: he collected, bred, and milked black widow spiders for their venom. Hey, somebody has to do it. It takes beaucoup black widows to produce one cc of antivenin. I used to know exactly how many hundreds (thousands?) of black widows you had to milk for a teaspoon of venom. One of those things I learned from Peter that I've forgotten. Too bad it's not one of the things I want to forget. I don't think I can write yet about Peter. I don't want to write about him until I can write words than won't poison or scald the page. It's not that I want to avoid writing words I will regret, I just don't want to write down things I am trying to forget. I broke my heart over Peter, and I broke it very badly. I fixed it, but my heart still doesn't understand why we can't be together. My heart still yearns for him. Stupid heart. last eleven:
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