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[mieru]

I still can't really comprehend how much of my shit is laying in a burnt pile on York Street. It seems kind of surreal, yeah. Little things, even. So many things that I can't afford to replace. And even if I could, where would I even find them again?

And I'm not trying to be whiney. I can't even imagine what Sandy's going through. It's bad enough that I lost what I did. I can't imagine losing literally everything.