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it's that feeling where you hold your breath all week, expecting to be able to exhale in the car and draw smiley faces in the fog. but instead, you roll your window down and breathe out into the cold air, and realize, you're alone.
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Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
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it's that feeling where you hold your breath all week, expecting to be able to exhale in the car and draw smiley faces in the fog. but instead, you roll your window down and breathe out into the cold air, and realize, you're alone.
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Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
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