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Mar 2019
she leaves her hovel
and goes 4 doors
down to the cafe
they close in 5 minutes
so she walks back towards
her home
and goes next door to the bar
she looks for a familiar face
she could go behind the bar
it's too cold to go outside
she didn't grab her id
she sees no familiar faces
so she goes home
Gale L Mccoy
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Gale L Mccoy  24/Non-binary/Ohio
(24/Non-binary/Ohio)   
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