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I miss the sound of rain in my little corner of a room
and the smell of Carol Stream in the spring - no other way to label it, really
Wisconsin in the summer, dog days and unbearable heat and everything goes by like some sun streaked, indie movie.

and I hate the look of my nose and these last few pounds I could never lose.
and this deeply rooted thing that will probably consume me.

but I'm thinking it already has.

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