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Jan 2013
Rain makes me feel like a wet dog.
Hair soaked to the brim.
Fingers cold as ice.
Hot chocolate and a warm hand to hold.

Ya, that would be nice.
Never Ending Tangle
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Never Ending Tangle
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   Marian, Chuck and Nicole
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