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"Concrete river, I hear your voice. Concrete river, I see your face. Whisper to me." (11.5 Vicodin)
It's snowing again. Currently, the temperature here is 21˚F, but it feels like 16˚F. I'm sick from the amoxicillin I was given to take between the two stages of the root canal. I want to go back to bed, but I'm doing my best to do the opposite. Here's a small challenge, make this a proper paragraph by uniting those seemingly unrelated subjects, by ( Read more... )