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Dec 2013
I'm in my underwear.
I'm wearing your shirt
And my favorite sweater.
I'm comfy
I'm not used to the chill here.
Maybe I could bare the backwoods.
I thought I was over my fear of isolation
But I'm not.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
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