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Mar 2018
Remember when we were kids and you’d turn the corner when it was cold and you’d feel better knowing you’d be in your house soon? Under your blankets and near the fire? Your mother’s food being prepared? The smell of just being safe?

yes I remember

That’s how you make me feel...
Eric the Red
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Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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