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Mar 2020
said all essential businesses
must close. The president had
already declared a state of
emergency. And I’ve the urgency

to drink down my woes. At least
the governor is keeping the liquor stores
open. I’m hoping that he’ll do the same
for the laundromats. I’ve spent two

years of my life living in a hospital
when my son was sick with meningitis. But
I’ve never seen anything like this. I try
to put on a brave face each morning when

I awake. But the anguish is tearing
at me. This virus is the lion and I am his
fresh killed piece of meat. And when he gets
done they’ll be nothing left except bereft.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Carlo C Gomez
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