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The cold morning air sent goose bumps across my skin, I in turn cuddled deeper into my blankets refusing to get up, refusing to face today. Choosin..

John and I walked in silence out of my apartment. He didn't look at me, he didn't talk to me, didn't dare to breathe in my direction. I couldn't un..

I couldn't move, mostly because I was frozen like a popsicle on this bench and also because I was too sad to move. When John wanted to make an exit..

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