You Can Find Me Behind the Bushes
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It was a dull, bleak and depressing type of day. I was bored, somewhat dizzy and had seemingly lost connection with all reality and the outside world. No contact from friends because of the poor internet connection caused by the storm. That aside, I was home alone today. I mean what is worse than staying home alone when there is a storm waiting to happen? No way of communicating at all. I mean what's going on on snapchat or Facebook? I wish someone could tell me. I just wanted to go out. This was driving me crazy...
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