until this morning, when I stumbled back into my building after a run, only to be asked by the doorman (who, btw., reportedly sounds exactly like B's ex-father-in-law) if I was "feeling ok".
(Sidenote: I've had enough of winter and slush and cold and slogging around the city. Enough. M'kay?)
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hey ridiculous,
your mood no look bad...it look VEDY bad.
b
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