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Apr 2020
because the place is covered up
with tape. So, no fresh air. No place
for your children to run. Let them
run in the streets and get hit by the cars.

You can’t stand there
for too long. You must constantly
be moving right along. Get what you need
and go the **** home. There’s a limited
supply. And you’re running out of time.

You can’t breathe anywhere
except in your house. Unless you don
on a facemask get the **** out!
sandra wyllie
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