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I hope the news is embellishing, as the news tends to do. I had it on for some hours and was finding myself very tense, fearing I was going to lose all my friends here, due to being buried beneath massive snow things. Piles of snow, big huge white, hard, mean ones. Then I turned the TV off because it was getting silly.
And my daughter is in NYC, so of course I worry myself crazy about her! But she refuses to communicate with the entire families, only very occasionally with David and a bit with Noah. She grew up here and I don't know how she even knows how to walk a block in snow. But, she's 37 years old so I guess she'll figure it out or ask for help.
"Once upon a time there was a princess, precious and beloved by her very, very large family, adored in everything she did. But that princess grew up and she decided that love wasn't enough. No; she wanted "some space" so she moved far, far away..."
Well. I'm going to use one of those vacuum cleaner bags I found and vacuum my apartment. I sure hope none of you lose power.
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