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2007-04-30 - 3:41 p.m.

i am no longer very sick or very poor

someone robbed our apartment.

they only took money.

with that realization, something in my heart unclenched, opened up and flew away, like a bird. when you have a full pantry, gas in the car and the rent is paid, money is only money after all.

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