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Tag: repetition

echo echo echo

echo echo echo

I wake up in the middle of the night wondering where my jewelry is, or a certain shirt. I have had nightmares like this. Wandering around, looking for things that I owned. Now it’s just my life. Stuff in the packout company’s storage, stuff at the house waiting to go into a dumpster, stuff at … read more echo echo echo

Posted on September 27, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories RefractionTags 2000, communication, repetition
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