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Aug 2015
Unable to sleep feeling a chill run down my spine. First I am hot then I am cold, am I losing my mind. My focus is taken away from me in the busiest part of the day. I think I am running a fever, why am I feeling this way. I go to see a doctor supposing that I am getting sick. Nothing can be found to explain what has come over me. I rack my brain to come up with an answer, of why I feel so out of sorts, but then it come to me that this only occurs when your are not with me. I look through a medical book then ponder a philosophers words until the inevitable conclusion cannot be escaped, that I am totally in love and that is what makes me this way.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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