The drizzle is at its drizzliest, the cold at its coldest, the clouds at their cloudiest. My bones are icicles, my blood ice crystals. I should be wrapped in a duvet going between this world and the world of a novel but I sit hitting F5 instead. I should be thinking the happiest thoughts but instead they unravel into fear. Unfounded fears most
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Bleurgh..
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