The snow won't quit. Met up with Neysa tonight. As we were talking about doctors and sore throats I realized mine was killing me. I thought I was just imagining it. Walked back to the train and passed "The Lodge" which was packed to the gills with middle aged swingers.
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Sorry sweetie. If it makes you feel better, I got sick too. We shouldn't make out so much when we think we might be sick...
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