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The sound of her voice… crackles… when the sun comes up… it felt like that night was eternity. Her sheets looked disgruntled. She wanted warmth, but kept the windows opened. It was winter where she was.

Clearly I didn’t see you through the fog. I was running. From myself. From my fears. I didn’t understand why I was so far away.

I kept her warm though. And through it all I got to keep her too.

Lucy. She made me feel lucky again.

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