It's damn cold outside.
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4°F
Feels Like
-19°
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The streets were empty as I drove home from the hospital. I think I like them better that way. There's almost a sadness and longing for the day that passed but an acceptance of its demise. Pick your favorite trig funtion--just a series of ups and downs. I don't know which I should be more concerned: comparing something as illogical as emotions to mathematics or the way it seems to fit so well.
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