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Nov 2013
Look at the thermometer:
It says 32.
Turn off the heater.
Open a window:
feel the cool influx of air.
Sit back down.
Look at your phone:
Still no response.
You asked why.
Open a new message:
You want to type in some more words.
It's been one hour, forty minutes.
Look at the window:
It's better out there.
Exit the new message.


You had nothing they wanted to hear to say anyway.
Abby
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Abby  America
(America)   
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   Devon Franklin
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