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Dec 2017
As I fall onto the pile of freshly dried clothes, I can feel the freshness seeping into my skin. The comforting warmth  flows through me in the dead of winter. More... and more... and more. I never want to get up.
I tried something different today.
Samantha
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Samantha  15/F/United States
(15/F/United States)   
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