Twenty minutes (we don't keep talking once the voice gets sad. I don't know if you need it or you hate it). I'm burning up (freezing), spilling over, I want to say things to someone besides my cellphone. I know you're here, I know you're here. When (I can even say "if" without too much deliberation) things go sour, I'll have to replace this
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things are...eh... things. not horrible but not wonderful either. ya know.
how is life in your far off land?
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