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I looked out at the street, hoping for footsteps coming up the path.. But all I heard was therapy sessions..
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
Mistrusted Gazes
I looked out at the street, hoping for footsteps coming up the path.. But all I heard was therapy sessions..
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
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