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Friday, April 9, 2010
Shiver.
Now, it's my turn to be cold for no reason.
Goosebumps riding along my skin, poking and piercing.
It's not a cold down to the core, but rather one on the surface.
Showing up occasionally that I'm not warm, that I can't be warm without her.
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