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I muddle through the day like an old tire being dragged out of a muddy pond. Words and days come and go - an expression fumbles out of my mouth. Just another day of tediousness and exaggerations. I would ask you to come with me but I know you'd never go back to Idaho - days upon days of snow buckling the power lines and rooftops. I muddle through...

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