from worrisome events
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Trying to avoid thinking and feeling about the
anniversary of mom’s liver transplant and the death of a friend’s father. So, I
wrote a reply to a song I heard on Pinterest. Yes, apparently, I reply to songs
as a distraction. Hey, it worked… so, whatever. (Click the link in the title
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