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I stepped out into the snow today, felt the cold crawl up to my ankles, and walked to the mailbox. I turned to see my footprints pressed deep.
I do exist today; there's proof.
I walk alongside them back inside and when I look again it's like I'm not alone.
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Amber Allehoff
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