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It was a good day to be alone, she thought, reacquainting myself with silence and with the sophistication of books from before I was born. It was a good day to be alone, because when I tried to be a grown-up I burned breakfast and just know that any witnesses would never let me forget it. It was a good day to be alone, she admitted, stretching out across the carpet, cats perched beneath me as I attempted a downward dog; I can do yoga when I feel like it.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
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It was a good day to be alone, she thought, reacquainting myself with silence and with the sophistication of books from before I was born. It was a good day to be alone, because when I tried to be a grown-up I burned breakfast and just know that any witnesses would never let me forget it. It was a good day to be alone, she admitted, stretching out across the carpet, cats perched beneath me as I attempted a downward dog; I can do yoga when I feel like it.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
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