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So... Tim reaches out to me out of the blue at 3:30 in the morning. I've walked 42 miles since last Saturday. Rachel said she didn't recognize me when she saw me on the bridge. And I now have enough money in my account to pay my student loans for a few months at least. Then why do I still feel so shitty? Post a comment in response: |
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