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ive been walking around my house all day in barefeet ranting that its too cold here and that nothing ever happens. layed on the couch upside down, half watched unsolved mysteries, half stared at the phone for an hour. the second it rang i got up and walked over calmly, hardly like the vision in my head where i would do a backwards somersault and know exactly who was on the line. it was a telemarketer. her accent made me think she wasnt from here. half of me wnatd to ask who she called before me. im telling you, im desperate. im searching in corners i never knew existed, but you seem untraceable. so i hung it up, and ate a bowl of icecream. spun in circles to some old songs and collapsed in the middle of the floor. i never solve anything.
