nothing at work, nothing at home, nothing unusual. it was seventy degrees when i left and forty-one when i returned. i felt the same. there wasn't a change in my body or head or hands or feet. i took woodward all the way to work today. all four windows down, and the sun roof, or whatever you call it. i rolled up my sleeve and stuck my hand out the
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